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poisonedprose · 1 year ago

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hi hi saw you’re taking requests so i have this one that i can’t stop thinking about-

re4r!leon as best friend finding out the reader is a cam girl and then just something happens and they’ll make a video of them fucking together with a title “my best friend made me cum twice” or something lmao

btw love ur work ur amazing ughhh keep it up love you !

₊˚✧ you owe me — in which views are low so you do what you have to do

best friend!leon kennedy x camgirl!afab!reader

warnings: 1.8k words, smut, pet names (babe, sweet angel, angel), curse words, porn videos/streams, mentions of creampie, lil bit of sexual coercion, reverse cowgirl, clit play, fingering, (unprotected) p in v, praise, cream pie

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Views were down, which meant money wasn't coming in as regularly. Much to your dismay, your rent was due in a few weeks, and you barely had enough to pay for it. You couldn't really blame people for clicking off your streams, they all looked the same. The same setup, the same 3 lingeries in rotation, it was all the same. People wanted something new. You knew you had to do something, but everything was out of your budget.

You sat at your computer, watching other cam girls to get ideas of how to spice up your streams. You clicked through countless streams until one caught your attention, 'My best friend makes me cum!'. You knew it was wrong but you had fantasized of your best friend doing the same to you. Maybe with the excuse of needing money, your dreams could finally come true.

Clicking out of the stream and grabbing your phone, you call Leon. Butterflies in your stomach made you nervous, almost considering hanging up and pretending like you called him by accident but before you could move the phone away from your ear his groggy voice rang through the speaker. "Fuck, what is it? It's late y'know." He groaned. This probably could've waited until the morning.

"Sorry, I just need some help..." Your voice wasn't confident, if anything it was shaky. You had guts to ask him for help with this, and for all you know it could blow up in your face and he'd never speak to you again. "Help with what?" He sounded more concerned like he was ready to help you if you were in danger. "It's nothing serious." You start, trying to work up the courage to ask him the burning hot question. "Okay, so what is it?" He asks in the silence.

You take a deep breath. "You know how I'm a camgirl? Well, it's not going so well and I'm kinda tight with money..." You say, unable to bring yourself to actually tell him what you need help with. "So, what? You need money?" He sounds genuine, and you knew he was. You knew if you asked, he'd give you as much money as you needed. He was always selfless like that.

"No, no." You sigh, you were far too prideful to take his money. You were independent, you could make your own money. Were you really independent if you were asking for his help though? "I need help with... Shit, how do I even ask this?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Just say it." He encourages. "I need you to be in a stream with me." You say quickly like you were ripping a bandaid off. Leon was silent on the other side of the line.

"Like... for moral support?" He chuckles nervously. You cringe at yourself, regretting ever even asking him. "You know what I mean, Leon..." You bite your lip, eagerly anticipating his next words. When silence hangs over the call you decide to say something. "I'll give you 30 percent of the earnings." You bargain. "I probably make more than that in an hour." He retorts but you can hear the smile on his face. "But, I'd be happy to help. Can't have you living on the streets now, hm?" He chuckles.

Part of you feels prideful. Proud of yourself for convincing your best friend to fuck you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of people. "Be over in 20?" You ask sweetly, concealing your smile with a hand even though he couldn't see you through the phone. "Yeah, sure." And with that, the phone line went dead.

You immediately start getting ready. Fixing your hair, putting deodorant on even though you did this morning, unadmittedly shaving anywhere you could, setting up the webcam you use to make such alluring streams, and picking out and putting on a pretty lingerie set. It worked so well with your skin tone, complimenting you like no other piece of clothing.

And almost on cue, Leon knocks on your door, you answer it quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest with excitement and nervousness. "I got work in the morning, let's not take all night. Not that I couldn't go all night if I wanted." He smirks, leaning against the door frame. His smirk falters and is replaced by a look of shock when he sees the oh-so-revealing outfit that's hugging your body perfectly. "Holy shit." He whispers under his breath.

"Short and sweet. Got it." You smile, gesturing for him to come inside. After a second of staring and he finally comes back to his senses he walks in, waiting for you to show him where the magic happens. You lead him to your bedroom, your webcam set up Infront of your bed, cute little stuffed animals shoved in the corner, against the wall. He sits on the bed carefully as you adjust the camera to make sure it's perfect.

"Ready?" You ask, typing on your laptop, naming the stream. 'Letting my best friend creampie me!' "Oh, we're just going right into it? Yeah, sure." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. You give him a reassuring smile and start the stream, sitting next to him on the bed. You greet the people who initially join, recognizing a few of the names but seeing that the title has already drawn in some new customers.

Leon really doesn't know what to do, but he has a sudden wave of confidence. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's get started. The viewers are already getting antsy, they must be just as excited as I am~" Your voice was more seductive than when you were talking to Leon alone just moments ago. Leon knew you put on this act to appease the horny and lonely men, and he couldn't deny that he was one of them.

With you sitting on Leon's lap, you spread your legs. Leon watched on your computer, the stream open and playing on mute. He was entranced by the way you so effortlessly turned him on just by opening your legs. You teased your viewers, rubbing your clit over your panties. You grabbed Leon's hand and placed it over your warm cunt, encouraging him to do the same. This felt like a dream come true to him, he nearly moaned just from the contact.

He rubbed his thumb gently over your clothed clit, you moaned quietly and he couldn't tell if it was just an act or if his light touch really made you feel good. "Don't be afraid to be rough." You whisper to him with a reassuring smile on your face. Oh, god, how he wanted to kiss your face. That gorgeous, perfect face.

He takes your advice, pulling your panties to the side with no warning. Your cunt fluttered when the cold breeze of the night touched your bare skin. He rubbed small circles on your clit, rougher than before. You let out a real moan this time, throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder. You held your panties to the side for him as you read the comments.

'Fuck, so hot!' 'Wish my best friend did things like this for me.' 'Wanna see him finger that pussy!' 'Do you think he's really her best friend?' The chat was moving too fast to even read all of the comments. It hadn't been this way for months. "Chat, of course, he's really my best friend. Called him 20 minutes ago begging him to fuck me. I just had to stream it for you guys~" Leon grew hard upon hearing your words and you could feel it under your ass. It made pride swell in your chest.

Leon runs his middle finger and ring finger through your folds before thrusting them into your weeping entrance. You whined softly. You'd imagined what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you but nothing compared to the real thing. You bucked your hips slightly and Leon chucked. He fucked you with his fingers your cunt making lewd noises from how wet you were.

A ton of gifts started popping up on the screen. People were donating, and it was a lot more than usual. Knowing that people liked watching you get fucked by your best friend, made you like getting fucked even more. "Need your cock. Please." You pleaded to Leon, looking up at him but his eyes were trained on your swollen pussy. "Patience, babe." He taunted, a sly look on his face. He liked hearing the sound of you begging for his cock to fill you up.

You whined, not having any patience whatsoever. "Fine, fine. If you're gonna whine about it." He chuckled and pulled his fingers away from your delicious pussy, a thin string of your arousal sticking to his fingers before breaking when he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. You only just realize that he's probably in his pajamas which, for some reason, makes this all the hotter.

He pulls his hardened cock out of his pants, resting the waistband under his balls. He strokes himself a few times and you're so eager to ride him until you’re hazed by his cock. You slip out of your panties and look at him, waiting for the okay to fuck him. He nods and brings you closer. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds before letting you sink down and take him fully. Whimpers leave your mouth, amusing everyone watching the stream.

You hadn't even realized how big he was, too focused on just getting what you've longed for, for so long. you might be hazed by his cock sooner than you originally thought. He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles while you got adjusted to his whole length. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" He laughed with a small shake of his head.

You rolled your hips, making you both moan. You gave him no warning as you started riding him, letting his cock slide in and out of you so preciously. Both of your moans mixed in harmony. The chat went even more wild than it already was. You could only imagine how much money you were making. His fingers continued to work your clit, his other hand holding onto your hip like his life depended on it. You would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise for you to find tomorrow.

"Could fuck you for hours. sweet angel. This pussy's t'die for." He groans in your ear, matching the pace of your bounces and thrusting into you perfectly. His praise makes you clench around him. A whine coming from your throat and a moan coming from his. Leon was embarrassed at how fast he was approaching his orgasm but it felt too good to resist.

His hot ropes of cum coat your warm walls. You can't even believe that Leon came inside of you. "Shit, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, ah~ fuck, sorry." He mumbles as he rides out his orgasm. "Do it again." You beg and he feels like he just entered heaven. "Anything you want, angel." Yeah, you definitely weren't going to have any money troubles any time soon at this rate. Maybe you can even convince Leon to do this with you full-time.

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rubyvhs · 25 days ago

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—✧ you’re jared padalecki’s english major girlfriend

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youruser chaotic first week

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urbsfuser bitch you didn’t even invite me to watch you give ur first class‼️‼️

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urbsfusernsme proud🥺

oldfriend so cute!

yoursibling who’s that??😍😍

youruser none of your business??😍😍

urotherfriend next time he steps foot in my kitchen it better be with a fucking warrent

youruser wrong analogy but I get you he’s sorry if it makes you feel any better

urotherfriend he burned my favorite pot making pasta… no it doesn’t make me feel any fucking better

youruser 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

youruser has privated her account !

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youruser paris? paris.

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collegestudent what the hell?? my lit professor is dating JARED PADALECKI

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youruser if we don’t go again soon i’m throwing hands

jarpadfanpage he’s so hot thank u for feeding us🙏

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jensenackles was so fun meeting you sweetheart

youruser for me too!! can’t wait to see you again next week, y’all have such a busy schedule!

danneelackles me and you will manage without them ❤️

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youruser 18min — 321 likes

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youruser happy twenty two baby girl, forever the best party thrower!! @/sophialecorte

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jaredpadalecki most beautiful girl ever🤍

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jarpadfan she just like us fr

spnfan he’s actually so sexy wtf

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jacklesfan bitch they’re studying for their future???

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jaredpadalecki a day outside with my girl @/youruser

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student i know my teacher when i see her and that is DEFINITELY her

fanthree if @/youruser was my teacher i’d never miss a class. she’s so fucking hot.

newstudent shit. is she the eng lit prof for ucl?

fanthree yes

newstudent i’m signing up for her class🤞

jarpadfan ??? eng lit is hard??

newstudent i’m harder

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jensenackles at least you’re not trying to read about fasting this time, good job😂

jaredpadalecki never reading from her shelf again😂😂

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jaredpadalecki walker bts🤠

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violetbrinson had so much fun this season, can’t wait for october🤍

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youruser the emoji?

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youruser yeah no I got that part

ashleyreyes miss y’all already. especially your coffee @/yourusername I’m having serious withdrawal

youruser I’m having withdrawal from not seeing you ugh, next week come by and we’ll make so much coffee!!

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userthree i feel like I know that girl from where

userfour oh for fucks sake we get it she’s a lit professor at ucl

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jarpadfan little late to the party but yeah

guys halfway through i was ughhh i keep writing your user name and it’s so long then i was like… bitch wtf i have free will so i changed it to your user and i’ve never felt so free in my life. like i think i could tackle world domination next.

also!! i found out gen was an english major too and she worked as a professor i think while on spn so that was cool + this would so happen like people would sign up to your class purely because you’re jared gf the same way they get on gen’s livestream purely to talk about jared except thsi is their future so when they find out all you do is actually teach a few of them drop the subject💀

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dontbesoweirdkira · 3 months ago

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Yandere!Johnny Cage w/Singer! Darling

A/N: I was listening to one way or another by blondie tonight and this came into my head😩 This song was literally just the letters and threats that blondie’s stalker sent to her. She decided to make it into a song to not only put him on blast but to mock him. Ughhh This is so perfectttt!! I hope y’all enjoy this lol. Johnny is such a perfect yandere

Warnings: John Carlton 😵‍💫, toxic and abusive themes

Requests: open 24/7

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Song reference—one way or another|blondie

Being in the public eye as a well known singer is wonderful. The fans, the interviews, the money and press are all great and all…that is until you’re trying to discreetly leave your obsessive ex boyfriend.

It was impossible trying to escape him. Every interaction, every address you stayed at and every new phone number you got was eventually leaked to the public and right back into Johnny’s grimy little hands.

For weeks after you initially left, he followed you everywhere. You swore you’ve seen a strangely familiar blonde drive past your friend’s place and wait out in parking lots. Even if it wasn’t him physically and the paranoia was getting the best of you, hundreds of vile letters and messages from Johnny were constantly being sent your way.

A lot of them read about how he was going to “get his hands on you” or how he’d “never stop stalking you and if he can’t find you, he’ll start going after everyone you loved…one by one.”

His threats shook you down to your core. Even the ones that weren’t threatening and were just love letters that declared his devotion were still creepy. He was so far gone and delusional about you. It was so surreal

Ignoring all of his messages was no use because all over social media, magazines and tv was him crying over you. Completely fabricating stories and lies about you. How he claims you’re manic right now and are a danger to yourself, how he just wants you back in his loving arms. Oh how safe you’d be when you get back to him. Bullsh*t

It was so out of control that you kept on the road. Hoping it’d keep him guessing on your next location. You even changed your hair and style to appear unrecognizable to the public. You became more homely looking but that hardly worked and only made things worse. The public started believing him more and more with your changed appearance and new nomadic lifestyle.

Soon your passion for music and lively personality became merely a hollow shell of what it used to be. So consumed by fear and anxiety that you hardly could function….you was terrified for the day he’d inevitably get you.

It wasn’t until months later where his “concern” for you died down and he was in his “moving on” phase, that something switched inside of you. He was on a talk show and the conversation of you came up,

“Yeah…what a shame about Y/N. Once a bright star now a mentally disturbed soul. Oh well, that sucks for her. You can’t help anyone who doesn’t want it. I tried giving her a taste of the high life but obviously some people aren’t destined for greatness like me. Hopefully she’ll make a living off of all the crack though.”

Oh…that dirty bastard. So cocky and self righteous. The only reason why you’re in this predicament is because of him and his trifling actions towards you. From the hours he’d yell and lock you in his room, to the obsessive stalking and threats are all now reduced down to what???…you being some kind of druggie?!

Your fire was back!!

You’ve been silent, trying to let this all blow over so you could finally have some peace again but hell no. You’ve given up everything while he gets to sit all high and mighty like he’s some angel.

He wants to mock you, and make you into some sort of laughing stock?? Give it back to him…harder

Compiling all the letters, texts, emails and voicemails…you’ve decided to come back into the spotlight. And what better way to have a new single that literally is written by the abuser’s incriminating evidence.

The media is excited and eating everything all up …

And for Johnny? Oh that man is lividddd. Oh he’s so freaking pissed. Just listening to a minute of the song he knows exactly what stupid little stunt you pulled.

How dare you put him expose like that and turn the media on him.

You wanna be a cunt…fine…this isn’t over, Y/N.

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baelabong · 1 month ago

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ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴘᴛ2

ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴛ, ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴀʟᴛ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ 1

plot: yunjin cheat, chaewon come to rescue

notes: guys its such a mish having to post on tumblr, would you guys still support if i posted on wattpad instead cuz 😭😭 having to organise and layer it out is so ughhh

it’s been a week since that night, and things haven’t gotten better. in fact, they’ve only gotten worse. yunjin has been more distant, her late nights and vague excuses becoming a routine. you feel like you’re walking on eggshells, trying not to push her away any further, even though she’s the one who’s pulling away.

you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone, waiting for yunjin to text back. your thumb hovers over her name, debating whether or not to call her again. but you already know how it’ll go. she won’t answer, and later she’ll say she was “busy” or “didn’t hear it.”

you hear the front door creak open, and your heart sinks. the familiar scent of alcohol fills the air before you even see her. yunjin stumbles into the room, barely sparing you a glance as she kicks off her shoes.

“where were you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracks, betraying how tired you are of asking the same question, getting the same hollow answers.

she scoffs, tossing her jacket on the floor. “out. why do you always need to know where i am?”

“because you never tell me,” you say softly, watching her as she collapses onto the bed next to you, reeking of something that isn’t just alcohol. it’s like her very presence weighs heavy on your chest.

yunjin rolls her eyes, grabbing your wrist. “you’re overreacting again, like always.” her grip tightens just slightly, enough to make you uncomfortable. “why can’t you just trust me?”

“i do trust you,” you whisper, though even you aren’t sure if that’s true anymore. “but you keep disappearing, and you don’t—”

“stop.” she cuts you off, her voice sharp and impatient. “you’re being paranoid. i told you i love you, didn’t i? that’s enough.”

but it’s not. it’s not enough, and you know it. the worst part is, you’re not sure when it stopped being enough, but it did.

she pulls you down onto the bed with her, her arm wrapping around you in a way that should be comforting but feels more like a trap. you lie there stiffly, her breath hot against the back of your neck, and you wonder when it all started feeling so wrong.

the next morning, you’re drained, physically and emotionally. yunjin left early, like she always does, without saying a word. as you sit in the quiet apartment, your phone buzzes on the table.

chaewon: hey, are you free today? thought maybe we could grab coffee?

you hesitate for a moment before replying. it’s been a while since you’ve seen her—since you’ve seen anyone, really. yunjin has this way of isolating you, of making you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

but you need to get out. you need air.

you: yeah, i’d like that.

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chaewon has been there, picking up the pieces where yunjin left them scattered. she’s gentle in a way that makes your heart ache, always knowing when to check in without overwhelming you. the two of you have been spending more time together, and as much as you try not to think about it, there’s something warm in the way she looks at you—something that makes you feel like maybe you deserve better than the chaos that yunjin left behind.

but yunjin doesn’t like to be replaced. she doesn’t like to lose.

the café is quiet, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as you and chaewon sit across from each other. she’s laughing at something you said, her hand resting casually on the table, fingers just inches from yours. you find yourself glancing at them, wondering what it would feel like if you just reached out.

“you’ve got that look on your face again,” chaewon teases, and you can’t help but smile back, the tension in your chest loosening for the first time in days.

before you can respond, the door chimes behind you, and your heart drops before you even turn around. you don’t need to look to know it’s yunjin. you can feel her presence, the tension in the air thickening immediately.

chaewon stops mid-sentence, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. you glance over your shoulder, and your heart drops.

yunjin is standing by the door, her face unreadable, but the air around her feels thick with something dangerous. her eyes narrow slightly as she locks onto the sight of you and chaewon, fingers still loosely intertwined on the table.

“y/n,” yunjin says, her voice sharp as she walks over, ignoring the people watching the sudden tension. she looks down at your hands, still linked with chaewon’s, and her jaw clenches. “what the hell is this?”

chaewon immediately pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t flinch or back down. her gaze stays steady, even though you can see her fingers twitching slightly, like she’s ready to defend you if it comes to that.

“it’s not what you think,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm, but the way yunjin’s looking at you makes your stomach twist with anxiety.

“oh, it looks exactly like what i think,” yunjin spits, her eyes flicking between you and chaewon. her tone is venomous, dripping with jealousy and anger. “so this is where you’ve been, huh? running to her the second i’m not around?”

you feel your throat tighten, the words stuck there. the worst part is you don’t even know if she’s wrong. you did run to chaewon—but only because yunjin kept pushing you away, breaking you down with every cold night and every dismissive word. but none of that matters right now. all that matters is the look on yunjin’s face, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

“yunjin, you don’t understand,” chaewon says, her voice calm but firm. she stands up, stepping in front of you slightly, like she’s trying to shield you from yunjin’s wrath. “this isn’t about that. y/n just needed someone to talk to.”

yunjin lets out a bitter laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “talk? that’s what you call it? looks more like you’ve been waiting for this chance.” her eyes are locked on chaewon now, the anger in her voice barely contained. “you’ve always been hanging around, haven’t you?”

“yunjin, this isn’t—” chaewon starts, but yunjin cuts her off with a bitter laugh.

“don’t even start, chaewon. i’ve seen the way you look at her. you think you’re so much better, don’t you? waiting for me to screw up so you can swoop in and play the hero?” yunjin’s words are dripping with venom, and her eyes are wild with jealousy and anger.

chaewon’s jaw tightens, but she keeps her voice calm. “it’s not about that. y/n just needed someone, and i was there.”

“oh, you were there?” yunjin scoffs, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing. “how convenient for you. but you know what, chaewon? you don’t know her like i do. you don’t know what she needs.”

chaewon doesn’t flinch, meeting yunjin’s glare head-on. “and you do? because from where i’m standing, all you’ve done is hurt her.”

you feel the tension between them like a live wire, sparking and crackling in the air. it’s suffocating, and the worst part is, you know this isn’t just about you anymore. this is about control, about possession. about who gets to have you.

“don’t act like you’re so innocent,” yunjin snaps, turning her attention back to you, her eyes filled with something ugly, something twisted. “you think i don’t see what you’re doing? playing the victim, acting like i’m the bad guy? but you’re the one who can’t make up your mind, always looking for someone to blame.”

the words hit you like a slap, and you feel your chest tighten with that familiar anxiety. yunjin always knows where to strike, always knows how to twist the knife just right.

“you’ve been pulling this shit for months,” she continues, her voice rising. “first it’s me, then it’s her, and then it’ll be someone else. because that’s what you do, isn’t it? you can’t handle being alone, so you keep running to whoever’s available.”

“that’s not true,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but even as you say it, part of you wonders if maybe yunjin’s right. maybe you have been running from one person to the next, trying to fill the emptiness that’s been growing inside you.

chaewon stands, her expression hardening as she steps between you and yunjin, her presence a shield. “she doesn’t deserve this, yunjin.”

“oh, so now you’re her knight in shining armor?” yunjin sneers, stepping closer. “you think you’re gonna save her from me? you think you’re better for her?”

chaewon doesn’t back down, her voice low and steady. “i think she deserves someone who doesn’t tear her down every chance they get.”

yunjin’s lips curl into a twisted smile, and she tilts her head, looking between the two of you with cold, calculating eyes. “you think she’s gonna choose you? you really think she’ll stick around once she realizes you’re just as fucked up as i am?”

chaewon’s expression falters for a second, and yunjin sees it. she presses forward, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “she needs me. she always has. and you… you’re just a distraction.”

“yunjin, stop,” you finally find your voice, standing up, your heart racing as you step out from behind chaewon. “this isn’t about choosing between you and chaewon. this is about you. about how you’ve been treating me. i’m tired of feeling like i have to tiptoe around you all the time, tired of never knowing when you’re going to snap at me.”

yunjin’s eyes darken, her fists clenching at her sides. “so what? you’re done with me now? you think you’re gonna be happy with her?” she gestures toward chaewon, who’s watching the exchange with guarded eyes.

you don’t know what to say. part of you wants to scream that yes, you’re done, that you’re sick of the way yunjin makes you feel like you’re never enough. but another part of you… another part of you isn’t ready to let go. not yet.

and yunjin knows it.

“you can’t leave me,” she says, her voice shaking just enough to make you pause. “you won’t.”

chaewon steps forward, her hand brushing yours again, a silent offer of support. but you feel trapped, caught between the two of them, and no matter which way you turn, someone is going to get hurt.

“y/n, you don’t have to keep doing this,” chaewon says softly, her voice pulling you out of the spiral of thoughts. “you deserve better.”

“don’t listen to her,” yunjin’s voice cuts in, sharp and desperate. “she doesn’t know you like i do. we can fix this. we can fix us.”

your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two different directions, and for a moment, you wish you could just disappear. because no matter what you say, no matter what you choose, it’s going to break someone.

you bolted out of the café, the suffocating tension inside unbearable as everything hit you at once—yunjin’s indifference, her lies, and chaewon’s gaze on you, so full of unspoken words. the rain hit your skin in cold, stinging drops, but it felt better than the air inside, heavy with the weight of what just happened. you didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to breathe. needed to be away from it all.

you barely made it a few steps down the street before you heard the door swing open behind you. footsteps pounded against the wet pavement, frantic and uneven, and when you turned, there she was.

chaewon.

“y/n! please—wait!”

her voice cracked as she called after you, her feet slipping slightly on the slick ground as she rushed toward you, her hair already plastered to her face from the rain. she looked like a mess, her face red, her breath coming out in gasps. she was soaked within seconds, but she didn’t care. her eyes were fixed on you, wide and desperate, like you were slipping away from her too fast.

“please,” she cried, her voice shaking. “please don’t leave me. i—i can’t… i can’t lose you like this.”

you stopped, your heart twisting painfully at the sight of her. chaewon stumbled closer, her hand reaching out like she was afraid you’d disappear if she didn’t grab hold of you right then. her eyes were wild, full of panic, full of something more—something that had been there all along, but you’d been too wrapped up in yunjin to notice.

“chaewon…” you murmured, barely able to get the words out. seeing her like this—so broken, so raw—made it hard to breathe.

she fell to her knees right in front of you, her hands gripping at your legs, shaking as the rain continued to pour. her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it cut right through the sound of the storm.

“i love you,” she choked out, her head bowing as her body trembled. “i’ve loved you for so long, and i’ve watched yunjin hurt you over and over, and i just—i couldn’t stand it anymore. please, y/n… don’t go back to her. i’ll do anything, anything you want. just… please, let me love you.”

her words hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of you. chaewon, on her knees in the middle of the street, sobbing and begging for you. the rain wasn’t the only thing soaking her cheeks now—her tears mixed with it, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak through her cries.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon gasped, her voice breaking with each word. “i know i’m not enough, i know you’ve been with her for so long, but i swear… i swear i’d never hurt you like she does. i’d never let you cry yourself to sleep waiting for me. please, y/n…”

your chest tightened, the sight of her making your heart ache in a way you couldn’t ignore. she was everything yunjin wasn’t—soft, open, vulnerable. and here she was, completely falling apart at your feet, just for a chance to love you.

“chaewon…” you whispered, kneeling down in front of her, your hands gently reaching for her arms. she flinched slightly, like she didn’t expect you to touch her, but when she realized it was you, her body slumped forward, collapsing into your arms like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore.

“i’m so sorry,” she cried, her face buried in your shoulder, her hands clutching your shirt as if she were afraid you might push her away. “please, y/n, just let me love you. i’ll be better for you, i promise. i’ll be anything you need.”

you held her, feeling the way her body shook against yours, her sobs tearing through the air. she was taller than you, but right now, she felt so small—so fragile, like she might break apart in your arms. you could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming out in sharp, ragged gasps, and you just wanted to hold her tighter, to make her believe that she wasn’t nothing, that she mattered.

“chaewon, it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft as you gently cupped her face, lifting her tear-streaked gaze to meet yours. “i’m here.”

chaewon shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks as more tears spilled down. “no, you’re not… not really. you’re still with her, and i—i don’t deserve you, but god, i want you. i want to be the one who makes you happy.”

she was rambling, her words broken and jumbled, but you heard the sincerity in every syllable. the pain, the longing. everything she’d been holding back was pouring out now, and it was overwhelming.

you wiped the tears from her cheeks, your thumbs brushing her skin gently. “chaewon, i’m not going back to her,” you whispered, the words feeling heavy on your tongue but freeing at the same time. “i’m done.”

chaewon’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief, like she couldn’t quite process what you were saying. “you… you’re done with her?”

you nodded, and something in her seemed to break. her face crumpled, and she let out another sob, pulling you into her arms so tightly you could barely breathe. her taller frame enveloped you, her body still shaking, but this time it wasn’t just from the tears—it was from the relief, the hope.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon whispered again, her voice muffled against your skin. “i’m so sorry for being like this, for begging. i just… i couldn’t lose you.”

“you’re not losing me,” you murmured, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling her warmth seep into you despite the cold rain. “i’m right here.”

and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t a lie. you were here, with her, and somehow, that felt right.

the rain continued to fall, but neither of you moved. chaewon held you close, her tears finally subsiding as she rested her chin on your head, her breathing evening out. her arms stayed wrapped around you, protective, gentle, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel safe.

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kittyhui · 4 months ago

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heard you’re in need of some thoughts so i am here to deliver!!

thinking about having your first time with woozi. tbh i can see it taking Months until he finally works up the courage to finally talk about sex with you,,, not because he’s nervous or anything but he likes you sooo much and doesn’t want to be pushy or give u the idea that he’s a pervert (even if he is cus u drive him a little insane). he’d be sooo gentle,,, double checking that what he’s doing is okay and moaning into you when you respond positively to whatever he’s doing.

alternatively i’m thinking abt the first time he gets a little rough with you. maybe he’s stressed or something but he has all this steam he needs to blow off and the gym just isn’t cutting it. it’s such a switch up from how tender and soft he is as a boyfriend it makes your head spin. as soon as he realizes he’s being rough he stops n is like “wait i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to be so rough w u” but actually him displaying his strength has u dripping everywhere n u tell him that and he double checks that you’re okay before he manhandles you n pins ur wrists to the bed.

ooo ooo ooo!! i’m also thinking about,,, bcs we get ttt next week for gose,,,, going on a little camping trip w him n the rest of the boys and they’re all having a good time n woozi decides to drink cus he does that now,,, n he feels like a horny drunk to me but like not overly horny. he just needs you, and he’s drunk so he’s clingyyyy. i can see him sobering up a little bit still needing you so when it’s time to wind down and go to bed (or when he decides he can’t deal with the noise of everyone doing drunk karaoke) he pulls you into the bedroom n lays down beside you n fucks you from behind,,, like spooning you,, with his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. n it’s so intimate bcs you’re so close to each other n he’s biting down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

ugh god he drives me sooo insane. if i have any more thoughts i will think them into your inbox.

-baby fever anon

baby fever anon… the BUTTERFLIES I GOT

first time with hoonie 😵‍💫😵‍💫

* both of you being nervous to talk about the subject

* it got to a point where anytime you kiss him for longer than a second he wants to pounce on you

* when you both finally talk and you tell him you’re ready, he’s so nervous

* he doesn’t want to hurt you; he’s never took someone’s virginity before and he really does not want to fuck up the experience for you

* when you finally get to it, he’s so sweet. he’ll prep you so well, praising you while you moan for him to do more

* i dont think he’s much of a talker during sex but when he finally slips in he’ll tell you how good youre doing and that’s there’s only a little more to go there is a lot more to go..

* he’d kiss youre lips gently, murmuring into them to relax and its okay..

* he’d look you in the eyes as if to ask are you okay? should i stop? you practically read his mind when you mewl for more seconds after

* he’d make you cum so many times before finally finishing into a condom, not knowing how you would feel about it being on your bare skin yet

jihoon being rough for the first time is something my sick mind has thought about before and ughhh

* he’s the sweetest fucking boyfriend you could ask for

* quite literally worships the ground you walk on

* So, when he gets in a mood, he will never see you in that state, resorting to working out to clear his head and calm his nerves

* today was a shitty day for jihoon. after work he goes to the gym to fix his attitude but he could not shake the feeling. it was getting late though, so he went home to you

* he gets home and you can tell his mood is different. as the two of you stand at the kitchen counter talking you can see his unfocused eyes looking at you.

* you start talking about your day and even though he loves hearing you talk about anything random he just wanted to kiss you.

* grabbing your hips tightly and pushing you into the counter, he mumbles a shut up before mashing his lips on yours. before he got too carried away, he hears your caught-off-guard voice squeak at the sudden actions.

* “fuck- baby im sorry, didnt mean to surprise you like that.. did i hurt you” he apologizes, removing his tight grip of your hips.

* you shake your head no, face flushed from his kiss still. “liked it. you can be rough if you want to, ji….” you murmur out, too shy to even meet his eyes.

* before you know it, he’s jackhammering into you on said kitchen counter, manipulating your body for his own pleasure. his feral groans echo in his apartment and you can’t think about anything but how mean he’s being and how much you love it

fucking in secret.. he’s such a cliché JKJK

* hoonie inviting you to an overnight get together with his members

* typical seventeen party shenanigans ensue and everyone is drunk.. including your boyfriend who lost one too many drinking games

* the night progresses and you can feel that jihoon refuses to leave your side at all. while you two watch the others sing karaoke, he has you in his lap, his bright red face leaning on the back of your neck and his hands hugging your waist

*you finally decide to slip away (more like jihoon practically pulled you away, mumbling something about loud dumbasses) into your shared room. you can still hear the boys singing but you were partied out and so was jihoon.

* he pulls you into his arms, spooning you. he kisses your neck softly. he mumbles something into your skin that you dont catch but soon you feel him growing hard behind you

* “‘m sorry, doll. lemme fuck you.. need you so badly” he softly moans, grinding into your clothed thigh. you say yes, instantly feeling the effects of his words.

*when he finally fucks into you, he’s still in the spooning position, too lazy to move.

*but when he hears your moans, he’s quick to cover your mouth with his hand. “mmh baby- gotta be quiet. d-don’t want anyone finding out what we’re doing in here, right?”

*he starts to fuck you harder, humping you like he was insane and even with his hand on your mouth, moans still slipped out, loud and proud

* he was no better. his groans filled the room and he knew it was only a matter of time before someone would catch on so he bites you. your shoulder jumps at the sharp pain felt and a moan falls from your mouth but jihoon clamps his hand harder over it

* “so fucking loud, doll. fuck- so warm! need to stay in you forever…” he reached his tipping point, cumming into you and stilling immediately, hand slipping off your face. you sigh as you hear his heavy breathing

* he fell asleep. fucking lightweight

a/n THESE WERE SO CUTE UGJWJEBE now i wanna write a full semi public sex jihoon fic tho…

#woozi #seventeen #woozi x reader #woozi thots #babyfever anon #anon ask #woozi smut #woozi drabble #woozi scenarios

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pattypanini · 8 months ago

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Lay All Your Love On Me Chapter 8- On the Edge

Jake Kiszka x Reader and Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 8.9k

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AN: Hi everyone! Here is the eighth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! This is a CRAZYYYY one. We will be compensating for everyone's therapy for this chapter and the next. Enjoy the eighth chapter, On the Edge.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT: Oral (M receiving), Sexting, Degradation, praise, SUBBBBB JAKE...., Dom reader, Cum play, Edging, Phone Sex

Vomit

Oh fuck. It felt like you couldn’t get out of your bed fast enough, you just barely got to the bathroom fast enough before releasing your regrets of last night into the toilet. Ughhh. You wipe your face with toilet paper, feeling a sudden wave of relief. Last night was something. Something you slightly forget, but also don’t. Ew. You walk over to the sink to rinse your mouth out with water and give them a quick brush before going back to bed.

When you wake up again, you roll over to your phone to check the time. 12:14pm. Not too bad for only having one class today. You saw a few messages on your phone but first a message from the GroupMe the musical uses to communicate.

9:47am Dr.Coleman: Hello everyone. Due to unforeseen events, practice will be canceled for today. Although, I can not force you to do anything I would highly recommend reading over your parts because we will be doing a full walk through sometime next week. I know it may seem early but we have to be prepared. See you All on Monday. Have a good weekend!

“Yessss.” You flop right back onto your bed and text Josh.

12:17pm y/n: I’m so happy we don’t have practice. What time did you wanna call tonight so I can make sure I’m free?

12:20pm Josh: Is 11 okay?

12:22pm y/n: Sounds good, my last class is done at 5 so I’ll get dinner with my friends and chill til then.

12:23pm Josh: I can’t wait, beautiful, I’ll be thinking about you 😘

You really liked this side of Josh, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. He was being so sweet to you, but you’d be met with completely different texts from his other half.

Holy shit. The texts that you received from Jake last night were far from being sweet and innocent.

1:37am Jake: Fuck y/n, you’re a dirty fucking slut. Grabbing yourself like that. Trying to lick yourself, I can do that for you baby. I’ll please you.

1:39am Jake: God you make me wanna touch myself. You bring out a different side of me. You take control of me, make me wanna do disgusting things. I bet you like that though.

1:40am Jake: I’m going to make good use of that pretty mouth tomorrow. You understand that? You're my dirty little secret, and I’m gonna get all the use out of you until this comes to an end. Just like these slutty pictures and videos you sent.

1:51am Jake: 1 Attachment: 1 Video 1:51am Jake: Fuck baby, you make me a mess. You see what you do to me, you make me cum so fucking hard. I wish your mouth was around my cock. That's what I think about, those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my fat cock. Choking and gagging you, while I’m so deep down your throat.

1:52am Jake: I wish I could see your perfect tits as much as my fucking brother. It's not fair that he gets to see them just because he’s casted as your ‘love interest.’ If I knew it would be like that, I would have tried out.

He was really going through it last night, but what did he mean by ‘using that pretty mouth tomorrow?’

12:31pm y/n: Looks like you had a pretty late night, did you miss me?

12:33pm Jake: I did, but you seemed to have an eventful night too. I saw your private story. You looked drunk off your ass, how much did you drink?

12:35pm y/n: 2 shots of vodka, Long Island iced tea, Strawberry Daiquiri, Corona, maybe something else Idk. I kinda forgot honestly.

12:39pm Jake: What the fuck, how in the hell did you not get alcohol poisoning?!

12:41pm y/n: My body is immune I guess. I’m fucking feeling it this morning though, trust me. Now let me ask you a question. When you said ‘I’m going to make good use of that pretty mouth tomorrow,’ was that an in the moment thing or…

12:43pm Jake: Wouldn’t you like to know. Just keep your phone nearby today during class. See you later darling😘.

What the fuck does that mean. You decide to try your best to ignore it, getting ready for your day as usual. Even though you were doing the utmost to shake it from your brain, Jake was still lingering in the back of it.

—

You’re bored out of your mind, sitting there in your free elective, Introduction to Ethics. You completely regret taking this course, even though you heard it was an easy A. You thought about what would be happening this weekend, you were a little stressed. Hanging out with Josh and staying over at his apartment is one thing. But knowing Jake would also be there was stress inducing.

You were zoning out, only catching glimpses of the professor’s lesson. The boy next to you was very focused and interested, two things you were not. You glance over at him very unsubtly, taking a quick peek at his notes. His paper is almost completely filled up, whereas yours is still absolutely blank. His gaze catches your eye and he takes a look down at your notebook. He notices the empty page and lightly pushes his notebook over to you, allowing you to snap a quick photo.

“Thank you, I owe you one,” you send him a flirty wink.

He looks down at his paper, blush forming across his pale, freckled cheeks. “Anytime and if you need help with anything I can always be your tutor.” He pulls his notebook back and begins to scribble on it again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smirk at him. You were in fact not going to be keeping that in mind because the class was easy as fuck. You just didn’t find the subject interesting enough for you to care. You didn't care about moral relativism or utilitarianism, you just wanted to get out of the class.

You feel a vibration from under your thigh where your phone was located. You reach under and grab it, checking the notifications.

4:17pm Jake: Where are you?

4:18pm y/n: In class

4:18pm Jake: No shit, what building are you in?

4:19pm y/n: I’m in Angell, room 2224

4:20pm Jake: Okay, I’m on my way.

Why is he coming to my class? You were beyond confused, but since you were on your phone you decided to do some mindless scrolling through instagram. A few minutes later, another text comes through.

4:28pm Jake: Come outside the classroom, bring your stuff.

4:29pm y/n: Why?

4:29pm Jake: Stop fucking questioning me and get your ass outside.

You gather your things and quietly slip out the door. Your professor sends a little wave and a smile as you walk out the door, you reciprocate the gesture.

As you step out of the classroom you look left to see no one, then right to see Jake sitting on the cushioned chairs outside the classroom. When he looks up from his phone he stands and darts to the right making his way down the hall. You follow behind not knowing where he is going.

“Jake, where are you going?” Your legs pick up the pace. “If you're gonna make me leave class, at least have a reason.”

He stops suddenly, turning towards you grabbing your wrist. “I said stop asking fucking questions or else.” He throws your wrist back down and restarts his mission.

“Or what, Jake? You can’t do anything out here.” You boldly snap back at him.

“You're right, I can’t.” He grabs your wrist once more and drags you quickly to a specific classroom. When he pulls you inside you can barely see a thing. There are no windows, just a cement room, with a single skylight lighting the middle of the tiny classroom. You hear the sound of the door locking as he stands in front of it.

“Get on your knees.” You hesitate, everything happening so fast. “I said get on your fucking knees y/n, or are you deaf?” His aggressiveness takes you back a bit. You shrug your backpack off, then slowly make your way onto your knees.

“I’m gonna say it once, what you did last night was slutty. Teasing me with that fucking video knowing I couldn’t do anything about it other than touch myself. So you're gonna pay me back and use your mouth the way it should be used, sucking my cock. Not trying to suck your own tits, got it?”

“Oh! So, that’s what this is?” You push him back against the door, slowly begin to unbuckle his pants. “Poor Jakey just needs his cock sucked? You’re just so desperate for a blowjob that you use my video from last night as an excuse to get one. You know I could have been sucking some other guys dick last night.” You pull his boxers down releasing his cock, slapping against his stomach. “Does that make you mad, knowing my lips could have been wrapped around some other guy's cock, not having to keep it a secret.” You press light kisses onto his throbbing tip. “So fucking horny for me baby, so I will suck you off, but tell me why you actually want me here.”

He looks down to you, completely in awe. “I needed you baby. That video you sent me last night was so fucking hot. I just need you to suck my cock, please, I’m begging.”

You teasingly lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, not making any moves to go further.

“You're gonna have to beg a lot more Jakey, you think you’re in charge here but you’re not, and I’ll tease you as long as I want until I think you’ve earned it.” Placing a few more kisses down his cock.

“Please baby, I’m so fucking desperate for you. I cum just thinking about you at night, thats how fucking bad I need this. All I’ve ever wanted was your lips wrapped around my cock. I hear people talk about it and it makes me want it even more. Making the excuse is all I could think of to get you to suck me off because I didn’t wanna beg, but I will. Please y/n, I’m so fucking horny for you I need this.” He looks down to you with begging eyes.

“Such a good boy, Jakey.” You say as you once again take his cock into your hand. You hear him whimper slightly under his breath. “Does someone like being called that? You put up this dominant front, but you're just a little bitch who wants to be told what to do. Isn’t that right?’

Another whimper escapes his lips, solidifying the fact that yes he did enjoy being called ‘a good boy’.

“Tell me what you think about baby, tell me all the things you think about alone when you're jerking off. If you stop, I'm gonna leave you to finish it yourself.” You fire at him, you feel your own wetness beginning to pool in your panties.

Jake’s POV

Fuck. You almost came just from that alone. This is everything you’ve ever wanted. Since freshman year, you had it bad for her. Hearing what she did to all those other guys made your blood boil. But now it's your turn. You were her bitch and you couldn’t give one shit.

“Please y/n I’m so desperate I’ll tell you anything.” You can’t help but be a submissive mess for her, she just has such a fucking hold on you.

“So tell me Jakey, how long have you been thinking about me when you touch yourself, and what you think about.” She takes your cock all the way into her mouth, pulling it back out, sending your head against the door. “Oh and Jake…” You look down on her. “No cumming til I say so, got it?”

“Fuck- anything for you, darling, anything,” You whine out as she bobs her head up and down, slowly, on your throbbing cock.

She looks up to you with her big doe eyes, waiting for you to start talking.

“Oh fuck, um, the first time I saw you, you were all- all I could think about.” You struggle to get any of your sentences out, as she resumes her painfully slow bobbing on your dick.

“I would look at your insta all the time. I would think about what it would be like to get with you. I would purposefully go to the dining hall when I knew you’d be there, oh fuck, just to get a good look at you.” Your breathing picked up as soon as y/n started humming around your cock, inducing an unholy moan to release from your throat. “Once it started getting around to the school that you were just sleeping around I was pissed, not at you, but at the guys you got with. I wanted- fuck- I wanted nothing more than to be one of those guys.” She picks up the pace on your cock, making you close to losing it. “And since I couldn’t be one of those guys, I thought about what it would be like.”

You shut your mouth, trying your very best to stop your moans from slipping past your lips. You’re silent for a few minutes as she continues to work on your cock, but after noticing the silence she pulls away.

“Are you scared someones gonna hear baby, isn’t this what you wanted? You wanted to let everyone know that I sucked your thick cock. That’s all you’ve ever wanted, so enjoy it baby. Savor it. Or else you're not cumming, at least not from me, you can do it yourself. Slut.” She was spurring you on, bringing you even closer to orgasm.

You watch her intently as your hands travel to the shoulders of her shirt, balling them up in the palms of your hands. She slows down and pulls her mouth off slowly, leaving a string of saliva hanging from her lips connecting her to your dick. “You want this off Jakey?” She says grabbing at her shirt. You nod frantically, your eyes fully concentrated on her. “All you have to do is ask, tell me what you want.”

“Please y/n take off your shirt, let me see your perfect tits.” She smiles back up to you. Her hands grab at the hem of her shirt, swiftly pulling it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a little baby blue mesh bra. It wasn’t covering much, because you could fully see her nipples through it. “Please baby, can I take it off. I wanna see everything. Wanna see your pretty tits” She nods, your hand trailing behind her back, clipping it off her and letting it fall to the ground.

“Such a slutty man, I like that.” She brings her hand near her mouth before spitting into it, and pumping your cock. “Now tell me what you think about Jake, you know… when you're jerking yourself off to me like a fucking whore.” She’s gonna be the death of you.

“I think about a moment just like this, you sucking my cock. Most of the times I finish in your mouth and you swallow it, but other times I- fuck- I cum on your tits.”

She smiles up at you with a malicious look on her face. “I like that idea, wanna make that happen right now.”

“Ughhh fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.” Your hand goes to her head, pushing her mouth back down around your cock. “Please let me cum baby I’m so close.” Her head bobs up faster and faster.

She pulls back for a moment and continues jerking you off. “Cum for me Jakey, show me how much of a good boy you are. Come on, cum all over my tits Jake, fulfill that fantasy, you dirty little slut.” With a few more pumps you're on the edge and can’t take it any longer. You release all over her tits along with screaming her name.

“Fuck y/n… Holy shit baby. You’re fucking perfect.” You say as you’re panting for air.

She looks up to you while her fingers go to her tits, gathering as much cum as she can get before sucking it off her fingers, continuing her deep eye contact.

“You’re a fucking maniac. You make me wanna tell everyone about you, I want you so bad.” She begins to stand up wrapping her bra back on her.

“You wish, Jakey.” She grabs her shirt pulling it back over her head. “Hopefully that’ll hold you over, and give you something new to think about. See you soon.” She sends a wink your way as she grabs her bag and makes her way back out the door she just came from.

Wait- what the fuck just happened?

y/n’s POV

As you make the grueling walk back to your dorm you take a moment to reflect on your actions of today. If someone had told you a month ago that you’d just finished sucking off Jake Kiszka in an empty classroom, you’d never believe them. Especially a begging submissive one, but I guess that’s just the effect you have on people.

As you open the door you’re met by Charlotte sitting on the couch staring at you like a parent waiting for their child to come home from a late party. She sat there with her arms crossed as if she was sitting there for a while just waiting for you to walk in. She glares at you as you drop your backpack off at the door.

“Where were you?” She questions beginning to cross her legs.

“In class?” You give her a weird look. Why is she interrogating you?

“Wellllll, you are late getting home. You usually get back around 5:15ish, it's 5:47, why so late.”

“Why are you acting like the police? It just took me longer to get back today, that's all.” You begin to walk back to your room, but Charlotte follows quickly behind you.

“Well that’s what I’d normally expect, but Sierra told me you left class early today, and she wondered if you went home because you were sick. So I just wanna know where you were.” She raises an eyebrow at you.

Shit.

“Well, I wasn’t feeling good so I went to the bathroom, I threw up a little.” You’re quick to defend yourself, hoping she won’t see through your lies.

“Makes sense. I know you like giving head, but I didn’t think that meant you’d start throwing up cum, you know since it’s dried up around your mouth.” You quickly look in the mirror. There it was a little patch of dried cum right in the corner of your mouth, definitely not one of your best moments.

“And not to play investigator but I went onto snap maps and saw that Josh was on the other side of campus, so who were you with y/n? Oh wait, I actually know because I saw you and another familiar bitmoji in a random classroom. So how long have you been fucking Jake Kiszka?” Charlotte shot you a knowing look, as you sigh in defeat.

“Ugh fine. We fucked ONCE, okay? Just one time. It was nothing serious.” You shrug it off as if it was nothing. Charlotte’s eyes widen, and you feel a pang of guilt sharpen in your chest. “Plus it’s not like Josh and I were a thing. That was all after he stormed off about being friendzoned.”

“Oh my fucking God. Does Josh know?” She questions you, you could tell she felt a little hurt that you’d kept such a thing from her. You usually tell each other everything.

“Umm, not really. So, you CAN NOT tell him, understand?” You were practically begging her, you couldn’t risk Josh finding out.

“You know I can’t lie.” She says with her puppy dog eyes.

You sigh, “I know Char but you need to not say anything. Okay? Don’t be around him, avoid him.”

“Okay I’ll try, so you guys just fucked in that classroom?”

Now realizing there is more to the story and you have exposed yourself you decide to come clean.

“Well not technically…”

“But you said you only did it once… OMG. y/n. It has happened more than once. When?”

I’m going to hell.

“Umm, the night I went to apologize to Josh.” You avert your eyes to the floor, avoiding eye contact. You were embarrassed and ashamed.

“HOLY SHIT y/n.”

“I know, I know it sounds bad, but when I went over he wasn’t there. But Jake was, and he comforted me. And then he fucked me, like it was crazy.” You put your forehead in the palm of your hands,realizing everything you just said. “OMG Char! Wait, never mind its TMI.”

“NOPE share you shouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want me to know the details.” She smirks at you with her pink lips.

“I don’t know how else to say this then just say it so, he made me squirt.”

“OMG OMG WHAT. This is actually crazy y/n. You should be telling everyone this.”

“No that's the thing, this whole thing is a secret. You weren’t supposed to know. While Josh and I aren’t dating it would kill him to know I fucked his brother, you can not tell anyone. None of my friends, none of yours, don’t even think about it okay? After this conversation it never gets brought up ever again.” You stick your pinky out to her, waiting for her to reciprocate the action.

She can tell this is stressing you, so without a fight she sticks out, sealing the pinky promise. “Just one more question and then I’ll never mention it again. I promise, pinky promise.”

You roll your eyes, “What Char.”

“What did you actually do in that classroom today, then?” She was on the edge of her seat.

“I sucked him off, it was crazy Char. You're not gonna believe this when I tell you. But he was begging, and whimpering, it was insane. He was so submissive. I never pictured him to act that way”

Her jaw opens, not being able to hide her reaction. “And I found out that he 's liked me since freshman year and that he jerks off thinking about me. He spilled so much about what he was thinking about, it was foul.”

Her mouth turns into a huge open mouth smile. “OMG, Jake Kiszka being a sub is not what I had on my spring semester bingo card. Did he call you mommy?”

“OMG nooooo. N-no, he didn't.” You were a little flustered after picturing him saying it in your mind.

“Would you let him?”

“Um, I-I don't know. Need any more details about my sex life?” You joke to her.

“I just wish my life was this interesting, I’m living vicariously through my sweet y/n.” She smirks at you and playfully shoves your shoulder. You roll your eyes at her, a chuckle passing through your lips.

“I’m just saying I haven't gotten any action in a while. Whenever you and Jake are done just pass him over my way.” Charlotte winks at you and turns to exit your room. You sigh and collapse onto your bed.

Why did things have to be so complicated? Why did you have to have feelings for the Kiszka twins? You were so confused, and quite frankly didn’t know where to go from here.

You loved the thrill you got when you were with Jake, the unpredictability and excitement was all consuming in his presence. Whereas with Josh he was so sweet and a charmer, for sure. The Sun and the Moon. The light and the dark. And with each day passing by, you didn’t know if you were more eager for the light to slowly creep in or the darkness to encompass you.

The evening was boring up until dinner. You laid in bed, did some homework and watched a few episodes of Victorious with Char out in the living room. While in the middle of an episode you and Charlotte get a text from your groupchat.

7:18pm Ari: Wanna walk the track after dinner, have a little yap sesh?

Char looks to you for an answer, not wanting to make the decision herself. You nod and reply back.

7:18pm y/n: Yes def.

You make your way back to your room and grab a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. You slipped on your Hokas and pulled your hair into a slick back ponytail. It had been a while since you ran and were looking forward to it. The musical has taken up most of your time so having time for your physical health would be nice.

Making your way to dinner, you and Char meet up with Ari and Mae, spending your time like you always do, ranting about your day and anything else on your mind. But the track was for gossip. What is said on the track stays on the track.

You take the first 30 minutes to run, pacing yourself and taking your breaks as needed. It had been a while so you were a little rough around the edges. After the first thirty you catch up to the group and join in on the convo.

“He’s actually so attractive though, like in a dilf-y way.” Char says.

“How old is he Char?” Ari asks, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer.

“I don’t know, maybe like 50 something. He’s beekeeping age. OMG he actually keeps bees, that's so funny.” Char says giggling and twirling her hair around her finger.

“Char, have you ever heard of the term bimbo?” Mae asks sweetly.

“Um I don’t think so, what does it mean?” Char innocently questions.

“Doesn’t matter, just know you are one in the best way possible. You’re just so cute.” Mae replies.

Char smiles and keeps on walking with pep in her step. She's adorable.

“So y/n, are you gonna see Josh soon?”

“I am actually. I’m going to be calling him tonight to work on some musical stuff and tomorrow he’s taking me out somewhere.” You state.

“So a date? I thought you guys were just friends.” Char probes. You’re hoping and praying she does not bring up the things that went down between you and his twin.

“We are just friends.” You say sternly. “I’m sure it’ll be something casual, but I’m also hoping it’s somewhere nice. You know they have money to spend.”

“Maybe you’ll stay the night at his place. You’ll be able to see Josh and Jake.” She sends you a devious wink.

Are you serious Char? You shoot her a glare, telling her to knock it off. She catches your drift.

“But I’m sure you don’t wanna see Jake, I would want to though.” Char says with a smirk.

“Well you can have him Char. Maybe I’ll ask if he is looking for a cute ginger girl.” You joke around with her.

Deep down, you wanted Jake all to yourself and you couldn’t help but think he'd want the same. You know how bad he wants you, and knowing that makes you want him more. But there’s Josh. You couldn’t ruin your friendship with him, or did you want something more than just that too? It was all very confusing. But you knew at some point a decision would have to be made, but now was not the time for that.

“Omg I would be perfect for that position.” She says all giddy. Everyone rolls her eyes and laughs about her comments, she truly is a bimbo.

After walking for an hour, Mae somehow convinces everyone to hit legs. You didn’t mind though, you liked the way it made your body feel. How strong you felt after. At around 10:05 you all begin to make your way back to your dorms, saying goodnight to Ari and Mae for the night.

When you're turning the corner to go past the dining hall you run into some familiar faces, the Kiszkas. Along with them their third brother and dad. Your eyes shoot open and smile at them. You and Char slow up to say hi to everyone.

“Hi Josh.” You smile at him and then turn to Mr.Kiszka. “Hi Mr. Kiszka, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” You reach your hand out to shake his. He grips your hand in his, giving it a firm shake.

“I know exactly who you are, y/n, I noticed you during last year's play. You did very well with your role, a very underrated character.” You thank him for noticing your talent. “My son has told me a lot about you.”

Oh shit. “Um, which son?” You giggle jokingly, but you're not joking at all. You look at Josh who is giving you a strange look, while Jake has a proud look across his face.

“Well Josh, unless you also know my son Jake.” He grabs Jake by the shoulder and shakes him a little, teasingly.

“I know Jake through Josh, never really got to know him though.” You look at Jake, who is shaking his head with a giant smirk plastered on his beautiful face. You turn your attention to the youngest of brothers, who was sporting a t-shirt and short shorts. He has gorgeous long hair that framed his face perfectly, it made you jealous. “I don’t think I’ve ever met you though?”

The youngest brother reaches out his hand for a shake. “My name is Sam, I might be coming here next year.” He smiles holding your hand a little longer than the average handshake, and with a little too much eye contact. You smile at him not wanting to be rude.

“That’s awesome, are you guys all taking a look around campus now?”

“No, no.” Mr. Kiszka butts in. “He has been here enough times to know the layout, we just came to visit these two, and go out for a quick dinner and go to see an old buddy who was in a band when I went here. I don’t know if you have plans, would you like to join us?”

You look at Charlotte who has a grin on her face. “No thank you sir, I hope you all have a great time tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow Josh. Goodbye Mr. Kiszka, it was nice to meet you.” You grin at him “It was also nice to meet you Sam, hopefully I’ll see you around next semester.” You say innocently, knowing that his intentions were to not come at all to college. Do you say bye to him? If you don’t it's even weirder.

“Nice to see you Jake. I hope you all have a good night.” You give a final wave before heading back to the dorm.

“That was awkward.”

“Oh shush it Char.”

As soon as you make your way into the dorm and the door clicks shut, you turn to Char.

“Char, did the convo we had earlier mean nothing, I said that information about Jake can not get out.” You widen your eyes at her, and you can tell she feels bad about it.

“I know I’m sorry. I wasn't even trying to bring it up, it just happened. I promise I won’t bring it up again.” She says with her big green eyes staring at you. You can’t stay mad at her. She has such a forgivable face. Which is probably why she’s able to get out of a lot of trouble when she is caught doing something she's not supposed to.

Like how Freshman year she was able to convince the police officer to not breathalyze her because she had asthma and didn’t want to start having a coughing fit. Somehow he believed her. Which you still don’t see how because she was absolutely obliterated and looked a complete mess.

“I’m gonna head out for a bit, Jonathan asked me if I wanted to stay the night at his place. So if you wanna have Josh over…”

“He will not be over, have a good night. Be safe.” You smile at her as she heads right back out the door.

After Char leaves, you shower and relax for a while until you receive a text from Josh.

12:23pm Josh: Hey I know it’s a little later now, if you don’t want to call I understand.

12:24pm y/n: I’d love to still call you Josh. Do you wanna facetime or call?

12:26pm Josh: Facetime, I miss your pretty face.

Oh jeez.

As your phone begins to dial, you do a quick check to see if you look okay. Your hair was beginning to dry and slight curls were beginning to form. You click the green button at the top of the screen and are met with a white ceiling.

“Josh?”

“Hey, sorry I was just getting in some pants, not that me being pantless would bother you.” He says as he drags a towel over his wet hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah Josh I definitely wanna be staring at your dick all night, sounds like a blast.” You say dryly, but knew that it wouldn’t be an awful way to spend the night. “So how was your evening with your family?”

“It was alright. My dad’s friend isn’t as good as he said he was, but what else is new. My dad seemed to really like you though, and my horny brother.”

You laugh at his statement. “What is that supposed to mean Josh.”

“Well as soon as we left and my dad was out of earshot he was saying some… things about you. So if he adds you on anything, don't add him back.” You check your insta and long and behold you had a new follower, @samfkiszka.

“Don’t worry I won’t, I don’t go for polite men anyways, that's why I got with you.” You say in a snarky tone.

“I was very kind to you.” A moment of silence. “Okay I wasn’t in the beginning but I am now, plus what he was saying when you were not there was far from polite.”

“Like what Josh, It can’t be any worse than what a normal highschool senior says.”

“Well if I remember correctly, and I have a fantastic memory, it was along the lines of, ‘well I normally wouldn’t go after older women but I wouldn’t mind a little cougar action. I mean her ass was pouring out of those tight, little shorts. I wouldn’t mind hitting it from the back, you wouldn’t know of any tattoos she would have on her back would you Josh?’”

Your jaw drops, “Um, well that wasn’t what I was expecting. I’ll make sure to steer clear from him.”

“Yeah he also said ‘that's another perk of coming to Michigan, the hot chicks, like Miss. y/n over there.’ It made me jealous.”

Jealous. Hmmmm.

“Really, Josh Kiszka is getting jealous, I would have never thought you’d admit it.” You say cocking your head to the side.

“Well, I don’t think anyone would be fond of hearing their younger sibling say that type of shit. Jake is different because we're like the same person. But my younger brother, um no.” He giggles.

Him and Jake were very much, not the same person. In more aspects than one. “So why didn’t your mom come up?”

“She was busy with my sister tonight. I don’t know if I ever mentioned her. She’s the middle child of all of us. But she doesn’t go here, she goes to a smaller college up north.” ‘

“Makes sense. Maybe I’ll meet her at some point. “ You hint to him. He smiles, but then goes quiet.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, and you don’t have to answer. We have been getting closer as friends and I just wanna know you and everything but dont feel the need…”

“Josh, please just spit it out. I promise I won’t get offended. You called me a slut like every single day so it probably won’t be that bad.”

“Yeah sorry about that. I just wanted to know about your mom. Like I know your parents are divorced but like do you still see her? I couldn’t imagine not seeing my mom.”

You sit there pondering on how to respond. You don't want him to feel sorry for you like how everyone else does, but you wanted to be honest with him.

“No, we don’t talk. We haven’t talked since I was maybe… what, like 10 years old? I have kinda lost track over the years.” You prepare yourself for the pity and sappy sympathy.

“Man, that must suck. And if you don’t mind me asking, why did they divorce?” You’re taken back by his bluntness, but it's also a little refreshing.

“I mean, yeah, at first it did suck but I’m used to it now. My mom was an addict. My dad tried to get her help, but she just refused. She stopped taking care of herself, then me. It wasn’t good. My dad had to divorce her and then he took her to a facility. She was there for a while and then I heard from family that she was out but relapsed right away. So I don’t know the current situation.” It was silent for a little, which is the normal reaction to everything. “Sorry if you didn’t want to know all of that, I just felt comfortable telling you. I haven't really told anyone else other than my close friends, but telling you felt right. I'm sorry.”

“y/n stop, you should not be sorry. I’m glad you opened up to me, I feel closer to you, in a different way than I ever have.” It was cute watching him get like this. He was very empathetic, in the best way he could. You could tell that he was not the type of person to be open with his feelings, or discuss others. You see him open his mouth to say something else but decide not to.

“I don’t expect you to make a whole speech about how it was wrong and that you feel bad. I’ve heard it all my life from whoever found out, well about the divorce part, not the drug part. That's a whole different thing. But just don’t see me differently. I just wanted to share because you asked and I felt comfortable telling you.”

He nods to you, still with a concerned look on his face. “Thank you for sharing, I promise I will never tell anyone. It sounds like a lot, but you turned out to be a really good person. Your dad must have done a good job raising you.” You smile thinking about your dad.

He was a tall skinny guy, similar to the statue of Coraline's dad. He wore his rectangle framed glasses and had a really good personality despite working in the office everyday. He always told you that you are his whole world, and that no matter what happened in his life, it would always get better when he remembered you and how proud he is of his daughter. He is dating Celia, his girlfriend, who you grew fond of over the years. She acted as the mom you never had growing up later in life. When your dad found out that you were going to Michigan he was upset that he wouldn’t be able to see his ‘little girl’ everyday, but he was so proud of you for getting into an amazing school. He is your biggest supporter, and you truly wouldn’t be who you are today without him.

“He did an amazing job raising me. I miss him so much.” The conversation made you realize you haven’t called your dad in a week or two, you were definitely going to have to call him soon.

“I know I always made fun of you for your, um, sexual history and other things, but I truly always saw you as perfect. With singing, acting, your personality, everything. I’ve never met a person who was as perfect as you in any aspect.”

“Josh, that was really kind of you. Like seriously it’s nice being told I’m more than just a slut for once. Like I’m aware I’m not the most prude person, but I don’t really care that I sleep around either. Being called a slut is whatever from random people but it hurts when you would do it. Especially because I wanted you to like me.” You shyly look at your comforter and play with the fabric.

“Well knowing that now I won’t call you that anymore. I promise, other than if the moment calls for it.” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“What type of moment?”

“You knowing when we are fucking and your doing something whoreish. But I don’t actually mean that you're a slut, just an in the moment type thing.”

“I get it. It’s bold of you to say that we’ll be fucking in the future.” You give him a smirk

He tilts his head to the side, giving you a ‘are you serious’ type look.

“What?” You question louder to him.

“We’ve been horned up for each other the past couple weeks and we're finally hanging out tomorrow night. I mean I don’t wanna predict anything but…”

“Well personally I was just thinking about the amazing night we had planned. I never even considered it.” Giving him a sarcastic look and a grin looking at his perfect face. “Your eyes look really pretty right now Josh.”

His cheeks begin to turn pink. “Are you trying to butter me up or something?”

“No. What, I can't just compliment you?”

“No you can. I love when you compliment me mama, it makes me feel good.” He smiles at you. “And when you give me other types of compliments, well those make me feel really good.”

“Like what Josh?” You giggle at him, prodding for more information.

“I really love when you call me names, and talk me through everything. Just thinking about it makes me horny. I wish you were here right now. I’d make you feel so good.”

“You can make me feel good tomorrow.” You say what you were both thinking about, knowing it was inevitable for it to happen.

“Or we help each other out right now?” He says with a devious grin on his face.

“I can’t really suck you off through the phone Josh.”

“Just talk to me mama, tell me all the things you would do to me if I was there.” You watch as his grin widens, his sparkling straight teeth shining through his pouty lips.

“What are you gonna do Joshy?”

“Well I’m gonna jerk myself off, and you can touch yourself, if you want. I wanna hear your pretty moans, don’t hold back for me, yeah? I want you to talk me through it, can you do that for me mama?”

You were taken aback. You never really did this with anyone, but you were an adventurous person and would try everything at least once.

“I can do that for you Joshy. I wanna see your body though. Can you tilt it down so I can see that perfect body of yours.”

He smirks at the camera before tilting the camera down, showing his bare abs and pants.

“I know you like my body mama. I love the way you feel me up and down during practice. Gets me going so much. Wanna take you right there on stage, so everyone can see.” Josh says as he begins to palm himself through his pajama pants. “Are you home alone?”

“I am, so I can be as loud as I want. Am I gonna be able to hear you Joshy?”

“Not as much as you. Jake is home in the living room.” Throwing his head back, moaning from the friction.

“Are you gonna be quiet for me, be a good boy and moan so just I can hear you.” You say in a low tone.

“I’ll be quiet for you mama. Just loud enough for your ears to hear, they're only meant for you.”

“Pull your pants down Josh. I wanna see that beautiful cock of yours, I know it's already hard as a rock and I haven’t even said much of anything yet.” You say licking your lips slightly.

“Just because we haven’t done anything doesn’t mean I wasn't thinking about it. Although I didn’t like Sam saying it, I couldn’t help but keep myself distracted during that show.” He pulls his pants down, releasing his cock. “I wanna fuck you so hard from the back, right in front of the mirror in my room. So I can see how good you look taking my cock.”

“Fuck, Josh. C-can I touch myself? You’re in charge, baby. What do you want me to do, daddy?” You grab your tit through your shirt, supplying yourself with the smallest amount of pleasure to at least get some relief.

“Well I didn’t tell you to start grabbing your tits, are you gonna listen to me or do your own fucking thing you brat.” He says sternly, obviously taking the more dominant role and you were thoroughly enjoying it.

“I’m sorry baby, what do you want me to do, I’m your puppet.” You let go of your tit, and give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Well first I want your phone propped up so I can see your whole body, then I want you stripped on the bed, nothing on. Once you're done, lean yourself against your headboard and spread your legs.”

You follow his directions, putting your phone against the blankets at the end of your bed and spreading your legs, being completely vulnerable to him.

He bites his tongue, smiling. “What a pretty pussy. Such a shame I’m going to destroy it tomorrow.”

Your mouth opens and eyebrows raise in shock.

“Better keep that mouth shut y/n, or else I’m gonna have to come over and skull fuck you.”

Your lips slowly morph into a smile, as your hand begins to slowly start sliding down your stomach.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself yet?” You shake your head ‘no’ at him. “That’s what I fucking thought.” You remove your hand from your stomach, and give him a little pout. “Such a sad little baby, can’t even keep her pretty little hands off her wet cunt.”

He loves the power he has over you, polar opposite of the demeanor his brother had earlier today.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and listen, because if you keep doing your own thing I’ll just jerk myself off, looking at that perfect body of yours.” He begins to work on himself after spitting in his hand.

“Can I touch myself now, I promise I’ll listen to you.” You sit there leaning against the headboard. Arms by your side.

“I want you to play with your tits first, spit on your hand and massage them, and pinch your nipples nice and hard. I’ll tell you when I’ve seen enough.”

You bring your hand up to your mouth, spitting into it. You stare at Josh, fondling them softly. “I wish these were your hands Josh. Yours are so big, and soft, god I wish they were in me.” You whimper letting your head push against the headboard exposing your neck.

“Oh I’ve missed that beautiful neck of yours, it's so perfect. Such a shame it’s going to be all bruised after tomorrow.”

Your open mouth turned into a smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll never say no. Oh god Josh can I please touch my pussy, it’s aching for touch.”

He smirks before giving you an answer. “One finger, that's it. Your gonna finger fuck yourself until I say you can do anything else.”

You begin to slide your hand down your stomach again, leading all the way down to your slick entrance. As you slip your middle finger in you moan, probably a little more than you had to, but you wanted to play it up for Josh. Give him something to remember.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I love hearing your little noises. Let them all out for me mama, don’t hold back.” You watch as he begins stroking himself faster and harder. The slapping noises drifting through the screen.

“Let me see that throbbing tip Joshy, rub it for me.” You curl your finger up trying to hit your sensitive spot, letting out a very real moan.

“You’re such a dirty girl baby. You should just come over and suck my cock. I don’t care that Jake is here, he can be jealous knowing he’ll never get that from you.”

That's awkward.

“I wish I could come over too, maybe you should come here.” You wink. He stops for a moment.

“Really? Because I will, don’t test me.”

“I’m just joking, I wanna do this with you. Try something new.” You pump your fingers into yourself even quicker, trying to get yourself there.

“You’re a fucking tease, you bitch. I can’t wait to have you all to myself tomorrow. You won’t be able to tease me, unless you wanna get punished. You don’t want that to happen do you.” He says in a sultry tone.

“Like I said I’ll never say no, you can punish me if you want, I’ll enjoy it.” Continuing to finger yourself, but needed more friction.

You let the palm of your hand grind against your clit, not worrying about your finger inside of you.

“You won't be enjoying it when I do it sweetheart. You’ll be moaning in pain, I won't hold back. Who knew Miss y/n liked a little pain with her pleasure?” He says with heavy breathing. He looks at you and his demeanor changes. “Hey, did I say you can rub your clit yet. I can see you grinding against it. Do you think I’m a dumbass?”

“Yeah.” You say under your breath hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“That’s one for tomorrow, keep it up and you’ll get more strikes added.”

“Added to what.” You ask, your heart thumping with anticipation.

“You’ll see, keep questioning and it’ll be two. Now be a good girl and lick yourself off your finger, then you can start rubbing your clit.”

You pull your finger up to your mouth making sure he sees you suck hard on it.

“So she can listen to directions, that's my good girl. Now go ahead and rub that throbbing clit for me baby. I know you want it so badly.” He smirks, picking up the pace on his cock again, moaning very quietly to not disturb Jake.

It didn’t take long to feel close to your climax after all that dirty talk and fingering. You began to moan louder letting him know you were close.

“Don’t you dare cum y/n. I told you I would tell you when to cum, if you want to you have to beg baby.” His voice was shaky, you knew he wasn’t too far behind you.

“Please Joshy, I need this, I wanna cum to you. I wanna see your perfect face while I finish. And I wanna see you cum all over yourself like a little slut. Please Ja-osh just let me.” You almost slipped, but you knew he didn’t catch it. He was too busy jerking off to everything you just said.

“God you make me go crazy, cum with me baby I’m so close. Oh fuck..mmm.” With that Josh came all over his perfectly sculpted abs, making your stomach flip. With a few more circles you were done. The wave of pleasure washed over your body.

“Oh fuck Josh. God, I feel so fucking good.” You say catching your breath. You grab your phone from the end of the bed. Throwing your blanket over your body. “Are you gonna make me feel like that tomorrow?”

“Way better than that baby I promise.” He says while he gets up to clean himself off.

“Okay well I’ll see you tomorrow then, just let me know when you're gonna come get me.”

“Wait.. I was actually thinking. Could you just stay on call tonight? I haven’t been sleeping the best and ever since that night at my house I’ve been thinking about how easy it was to fall asleep. If you don’t want to I get it but…”

“Of course Josh, anything for you.” You turn off your light and crawl into bed, seeing him mimic your moves.

“Goodnight mama.”

“Goodnight Joshy.”

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notsoattractivearenti · 2 years ago

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Polar Opposites (Christian Pulisic x Reader) - Part 4

WC: 2.0K

Warnings: curse words, drinking/alcohol

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Bachelorette party was tonight. Claire didn’t want to have bridesmaids because she thought having you as Person of Honor was enough. You – as someone who loves planning basically everything – invited some friends of Claire and arranged the whole thing by yourself. She didn’t request for anything but one – no strippers, which you gladly accepted because you didn’t really think that would be a good idea and knowing Claire, she wouldn’t feel comfortable.

At the time, you and Christian were still texting each other. But you were also still uncertain about your feelings for him, so you kept pulling back and forth. Some days, you would be all friendly, but the other days you would act a little cold towards him – maybe too cold. You even confused yourself because you had never been in this kind of situation before. The thing was, even when you hadn’t replied to his text for 2 days, he kept on sending you new messages every day.

It was Friday evening when the party started. One week prior, you had made a table reservation at yours and Claire’s favorite nightclub – you were looking forward for the party. You just want to distract yourself from the biggest inner struggle at the moment – which was figuring out what you really feel about certain someone.

“Yes!” You talked to yourself as you walked in to the club, unaware your voice were quite loud. “I can’t wait to finally ‘drink to forget’!”

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Drink to forget? To forget what?”

“Uh, what?” You looked at Claire all confused, before you realized she heard what you said before. “Oh nothing. Forget nothing. Just forget I even said anything.”

You felt your phone vibrated on your pocket, so you took it out and saw 3 new messages from Christian.

Is the bachelorette party tonight?

Have fun! 🙌🏻

Don’t get too drunk 😂 Rehearsal dinner is tomorrow

You texted him back before putting your phone away.

can’t promise anything lol thanks

The time you all got to the table, plenty of drinks – mostly cocktails and shots – had been served. You immediately grabbed 2 shot glasses and ready to start off the party with a toast.

“Everyone, let’s raise our glasses,” you started your toast, “to send off our beloved bride-to-be, Claire to marriage life!”

“Let’s drink and have some fun!”

---

That night, you had a lot of drink – too much, you were pretty boozy.

It was already 12 AM, but since you were still very drunk you didn’t notice time. You were laying on the sofa, then got on your phone, and drunk dialed a number – you weren’t aware it was Christian’s number. He didn’t pick up because he was asleep, so your call went straight to voicemail.

“This is Christian Pulisic, leave your message.”

“Heyyyyyy whaa- Christian? I d’no why I call yeeee” you slurred your speech, you were genuinely surprised to hear his voice.

“I uh, I guess I uhh...” you took a shot of vodka before continuing, “ahhh, I just wanna say, I fuckin hate yer guts!”

“But Chrissss...” your began to murmured, "I thinkkkk I wike yooouuu...”

“Ohhh pffftt, I mean wike! No, ughhh,” you groaned, “like. Theeeereee I say itttttt... I la-la-la-like youuuu.”

“Aaaanyway, imma go have more drinks,” you said as you got off to take another shots, “bye there!” You hung up your phone and threw it to the sofa.

---

The next morning, you woke up with a bad hangover – your day started with a throbbing headache and vomits, you reeked of alcohol.

“Ugh, Claire, my head fucking hurts,” you complained to Claire, “I must’ve drunk too much last night.”

“Yeah you fucking did!” She laughed. “Y/N, you were so out of control last night it was funny to watch!”

“Did I do something stupid? Please, please tell me I didn’t.”

“I mean... Uh...” She tried to recall. “Nothing illegal though, so uh... You’re good I guess?”

You were relieved. “Okay good. Shit, I’m going to sober up for the rehearsal dinner tonight.”

“YOU BETTER BE,” Claire jokingly screamed into your ears, she was amused by how hungover you were and wanted to get a reaction out of you.

“Ah!!! Fuck you Claire!” You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut. “That was too loud!”

“I don’t care,” she chuckled. “Go shower and brush your teeth a million times, you smell like a walking bar.”

---

It was finally time for rehearsal dinner. You still were a little hangover, but at least you could function a lot better than this morning. Because you didn’t think you could handle alcohol just yet, you skipped the champagne for the night and had water instead.

As you skimmed the room, you saw Christian was coming over. You tried to act cool even though your heart was beating really fast.

“So...” He started the conversation the moment he stood next to you, “how was bachelorette party, Y/N? Bet you had too much fun.”

“It was fine.” You answered coldly.

“You know, I got a voicemail from someone...”

You gave him a side eye. You thought whatever he was about to say wasn’t that important, so you tried to not give him any attention.

“It’s not just a voicemail, it’s actually umm... A confession?” He smirked.

You started to feel curious. “What do you mean?”

“Someone told me they, uh, how do they say it... Oh, wike! Wait, no. Umm, lalalalike me?”

Your eyes widened. It sounded familiar, but you really couldn’t recall why.

“Wait, did I call you last night???” You nervously asked.

He jokingly asked you back. “I don’t know, did you?”

“Come on Christian,” You whined. “Be serious! I really have no memories about any fucking things after what seemed like to be my one hundredth drink last night.”

“Let me refresh your memory.” He took his phone out of his pocket, then gave you a listen to a voicemail you didn’t remember sending. You covered your face and grumbled – you couldn’t even look at him. At the moment, you felt you were ready to grab a fork and stabbed yourself with it.

“Fuck Christian I-” you stuttered out of embarrassment, “I... I am so... so so so sorry I left you that message. I- I really don’t remember even calling you!”

“That’s okay. I get it, you were drunk. Well, at least now we know alcohol brings honesty out of you.”

“Oh God...” You whimpered.

“Look, Y/N, sorry that you hate my guts, but-”

“Can you just um, erase that?” You asked him anxiously. “And uh, forget it ever happened?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Uh... I didn’t even know what I was talking about. I mean... I was clearly under the influence.”

“Wait,” he said quietly, “don’t you want to know what I think?”

“I... I don’t...” You stuttered. “I don’t kn-”

“Y/N, Christian!” You two heard Claire called your names and waved. “It’s time!”

You nodded at her, then went back to Christian. “Let’s go there, come on.”

“Yeah sure.” He coldly walked away, he seemed really hurt.

For the entire rehearsal dinner, Christian didn’t talk to you. He glanced at you once in a while, but that was it. You were just really ashamed because of that drunk voicemail you sent him – how you basically told him how you felt about him.

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At the end of the dinner, you finally had the courage to talk to him.

“Christian,” you tapped his shoulder, “can we talk for a minute?”

“Sure,” he said as he pulled a chair next to him, he didn’t even look at you.

You sat there, and there was a moment of silence.

He finally broke the silence, “what is it?”

“Uh, listen...” You took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m still unsure of how I feel about you.”

“I have never had feelings to anyone like you. You can be insufferable most of the times, and the thought of that bothers me...”

“Well that’s flattering.” He blurted.

“You know what I mean!” You shouted.

“Anyway, it’s just... What if this feeling is temporary? What if our two, contrasting personalities could never work? I don’t want to get hurt, Christian. I just can’t.” You whimpered.

He listened, but he didn’t say a word.

“I am embarrassed that I sent you that message. That’s why I asked you to delete and forget. And I have yet to figure out how I really feel about you.” You explained.

He pressed his lips together and nodded, but still no words came out.

“Well... Don’t you have something to say to me?” You asked.

“Oh, me?” He pointed at himself. “Tsk. I don’t know.”

“Uh, okay...” You said nervously. “I guess I’ll le-”

As you were ready to leave, you heard him softly confessed, “I like you too.”

You froze for a minute. It felt like your heart stopped beating and the time just stopped ticking – you couldn’t help to let out a smile. “Go on.”

“I was so glad you sent me that voicemail, Y/N. It was the perfect start of my day. I don’t care whether you were drunk or not, at least I now know how you feel about me.” He admitted, his voice sounded shaky. “So when you asked me to pretend it never happened, it hurt me.”

“Chris...”

“I’m not done.” He stopped you.

“Not only that, I don’t know if you notice but you’ve been so hot and cold with me for months! It’s exhausting.” He admitted.

In response, you mouthed “I’m sorry.”

“Look, I’m not going to ask you to make up your mind now, but just so you know... I’m into you. Like, really into you. No matter how much I ‘despise’ you.” He said, giving you a little smile at the end.

You chuckled. “Thank you, Christian.”

You smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes in silent until you heard Claire called your name.

“Y/N! Let’s go home!”

“Oh, I have to go,” you said as you got off your seat. “The bride needs me.”

“See you tomorrow, Best Man.”

“Can’t wait, Person of Honor.”

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You had spent the last two nights at Claire’s, while Nick stayed over at Christian’s. You hadn’t stopped smiling since the conversation you had with Christian and Claire noticed that.

“Y/N... What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“What?”

“You seem way too happy and it’s freaking me out!” She laughed. “Does Christian have something to do with this?”

You jokingly acted surprised, even though she was right. “How bold of you to assume that!”

“Well does he though? Y/N, I’m not going to sleep before you tell me everything!” Claire demanded.

“No! Are you kidding? Tomorrow’s your wedding... You need enough sleep!”

“You know Y/N, it is the rule to always say ‘yes’ to the bride.”

You playfully gasped. “Are you seriously using your bride card right now?”

“Indeed I am,” she said proudly, “now talk!”

“Ugh fine,” you hesitantly gave up, “I’ll tell you. Bear with me.”

You told her about the drunk voicemail and how it ended up with Christian confessing his feeling to you. Claire – who basically has been rooting for you and him – was very delighted to hear the story.

But she was a little concerned about one thing. “So, Y/N, do you... Really like him?”

“I think I am... But I’m not sure.”

“You have to figure it out very soon, Y/N. He’s not going to wait forever, you know? Don’t toy with his feelings.” She advised.

“I’m aware, but you know it’s not that easy, right? I have no idea why I become this indecisive.” Your voice started breaking. “This shit... It has been messing with my head for fucking months now...”

“We’re just... How do you say it?” You tried to think of the term. “Uh, polar opposite?”

“I understand,” she sympathized, “but maybe you’re thinking too much into it.”

You nodded, you were relieved you had the talk with Claire.

“If you want to, Y/N,” she continued, “you can work those differences out.”

You went silent for a while, thinking about what Claire just said to you. Maybe she’s right? Can we work it out?

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silentsneezes · 6 months ago

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I LOVE your marauders pics- I hope you keep writting them, I'm obsessed 💗

thank you so much anon!! 🫶 i really appreciate that :)

here’s a 1.5k word w/olfstar sickfic! i hope you enjoy (this is post hogwarts & they’re living together in their early 20s)

“heh-hRSCH! ughhh,” Remus groaned, a symptom of his exhaustion finally showing through.

Sirius took note of this, filing it away in his internal catalog of his boyfriend’s cold symptoms.

“Bless you Sneezy. Where are the other 6 dwarfs?”

“Sirius,” Remus snapped, already frustrated from his growing headache, “I’m trying to focus.”

For once, Sirius shut up. This silence lasted for all of 30 seconds.

“Would you quit that?” Remus turned around in his chair, fingers running through his hair in an attempt to find the cheerio Sirius had thrown at him. The cereal fell to the floor unceremoniously, breaking it half as it hit the hardwood.

Sirius continued to toss cheerios at his boyfriend, aiming for the freckle on his forehead.

“Seriously, I’m not in the mood,” Remus turned back around in his chair, trying to find his place in the article he was reading for his new job.

“Siriusly?” Sirius said with a cheeky grin, feeling a sense of pride as Remus flipped him the bird and mumbled, “Jar.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and stood up, tugging out his wallet and dropping a dollar into a mason jar labeled “Sirius puns”. The jar was nearly filled to the brim, and earned at least seven dollars in revenue every week. Remus had instated the pun jar after a particularly long week of jokes from Sirius and James, but it hadn’t done anything to deter them.

Sirius sat back down next to his boyfriend, cheerios in hand, weighing the cost vs benefit of continuing to throw the cereal at Remus.

“hH’MPSXSch!” Remus smothered a sudden sneeze into his elbow, his jacket only partially muffling the wetness of the sneeze.

“Bless you,” Sirius threw a cheerio into his mouth, not-so-patiently waiting for his boyfriend to realize that he wasn’t going to get any work done tonight.

“Thangs. Snff- Thanks,” Remus fought the congestion in his voice, ignoring the growing pressure in his sinuses.

After reading the same paragraph five times without absorbing any information, Remus shut his laptop, sighing and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Sirius took this opportunity to wordlessly hand Remus a tissue, pressing the soft fabric into his boyfriend’s hand. Remus looked like he was about to argue, but after sniffing against the congestion again, he gave in and blew his nose softly.

“How’re you feeling?” Sirius was met with a glare. It was response enough, “That bad, huh? Well, you look peachy!”

Sirius gently kissed the tip of Remus’s red nose. The werewolf pushed Sirius away lightly, “You’re going to get sigk dummy.”

“Sick schmick. There’s no way I’m going to stop kissing my boyfr- Rem?” He cut himself off as Remus’s expression dissolved, his eyebrows knit together and his nose twitching.

“H-hold onnhhrRRGSCH! NGTSCxXHiEW!” Remus turned away from Sirius as much as possible, but the air was still damp with spray. Sirius blinked back at his boyfriend, a little surprised by how productive his sneezes were. Usually, Sirius was the messy sneezer, but it seemed Remus’s cold had taken refuge in his nose.

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled into a tissue, his cheeks as red as his nose. Siris smiled endearingly, rolling his eyes and murmuring, “Only you would apologize for sneezing.”

Peter looked up from his tissue confusedly, “Whad?”

“It’s a basic human function, and you’ve got a cold worse than the black plague. You can’t help it Rem, it’s just an involuntary response,” Sirius shrugged. It was somewhat unsettling for Sirius to talk about “involuntary responses” without making a dick joke, his restraint revealing how worried he actually was about Remus’s cold.

“Id’s not thad bad. I’b judt a liddle sigk,” Remus argued feebly. He noted to avoid certain letters. Fuck congestion.

“Right. Blow your nose sneezy. I can hardly understand you.”

After a few good blows and many apologies, Remus’s nose finally reached the point where he could some-what breathe.

“What do you say? I cook up some dinner and we watch some TV?” Sirius suggested, standing up and absentmindedly collecting cheerios from the floor.

“You? Cook?” Remus raised a skeptical eyebrow at his boyfriend. Sirius huffed and pouted back, picking up a cheerio and flicking it at Remus’s face, “I can heat up canned soup, y’know.”

“Last time you nearly started a fire-” Remus started to point out, but he stopped as a cheerio hit him in the forehead. He scowled and snatched it from his desk where it fell, pelting it back at Sirius.

Sirius just grinned back, picking up the cheerio and tossing it into his mouth. Remus grimaced, “It’s a wonder you’re not sick too, eating shit from the floor.”

Sirius shrugged and set the bag of cheerios on Remus’s desk, moving his hands up to Remus’s shoulders to gently rub his sore muscles. Remus lets out a little breath of pleasure as Sirius massages a particularly sore knot.

“No more working tonight, alright love?” Sirius murmured, pressing a kiss to Remus’s temple.

Remus just grumbled in response, but he could tell he wasn’t going to be productive. Between the sneezing and growing headache, working wasn’t an option right now. Sirius seemed to pick up on this, and ran a hand through Remus’s hair gently, coaxing him up, “C’mon, let’s get some food and meds in you.”

Remus let Sirius help him up, his head swimming slightly as he stood. Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus’s waist and murmured a reassuring, “Take your time, I’ve got you.”

Remus bit back a retort, his instinct to shy away from any assistance. Being coddled wasn’t something he took well to, especially after years of needing help after transformations. He tensed, but allowed Sirius to guide him to their kitchen and sit him down at the countertop.

Sirius put on the tea kettle and tapped it with his wand, magically filling it with water. He grabbed two mugs from the cabinet, knowing Remus would feel smothered if he made tea just for him, but he was less likely to protest if Sirius ‘wanted’ tea too.

He tutted as he opened their desolate pantry, which was mostly filled with half eaten chocolate bars and cereal boxes- he stopped himself from making a joke about being barely-functioning adults, knowing Remus isn’t in the mood for his usual quips.

He turned around as he heard a soft “hh-heh” from behind him, frowning sympathetically as he saw Remus tent his hands over his nose, “HrRD’dTSCH!”

Remus paused, his breath catching once before he snapped forwards with another muffled sneeze, “hHrDTSCHU!”

“Bless” Sirius murmured as he flicked his wrist, using wandless magic to summon a handkerchief. It was admittedly a little odd, a defect of him deciding not to use his wand, and had an ugly pattern tracing its edges, but it was still functional. He set the handkerchief in front of Remus, turning back to the pantry as Remus cleaned himself up.

Sighing, Sirius ran a hand through his hair and decidedly pulled open their drawer of take-out menus instead, “We’ve got nothing here. I’ll order some soups and noodles, yeah?”

“Sounds fide,” Remus mumbled in response, the handkerchief pinched over the bridge of his nose in an effort to relieve some of the pressure in his sinuses. His breath hitched again, and he let out a quiet groan, his brows furrowing in annoyance. He rubbed his nose with the handkerchief, only stopping when it made a wet squelching noise.

“Hh-heh,” Remus hitched, his face hidden behind the folds of the handkerchief, “h’zMPSTDCH!”

Even muffled against the handkerchief, Sirius could tell how messy the sneeze was and frowned in sympathy, “Bless you Moons.”

Remus just huffed at the blessing, giving his nose a soft blow and rubbing his temples.

“Headache?” Sirius asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. He knew Remus wouldn’t take well to him asking about his symptoms, and wasn’t surprised as he received a glare from his boyfriend. He rolled his eyes fondly and turned his attention to the tea kettle as it started whistling, dropping tea bags in each mug before pouring the hot water over them.

He added two spoonfuls of honey to Remus’s tea, hoping to soothe the sore throat he surely had, but would never admit to. He does the same to his tea as he notices Remus open his mouth to argue, ever stubborn about receiving any care while sick. He passed the tea over to Remus, offering him a little smile and brushing his thumb along Remus’s hand gently before walking over to their home phone and dialing the number of their favorite take-out place.

TBC

sorry for the sudden ending, i’ll write more if the inspiration strikes (it probably will, im a bit obsessed with these two at the moment)

if anyone has any w/olfstar requests/fic ideas please send them my way!!

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leffee · 6 months ago

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Day 12: Birdsong

Dealing with Vinnie when Sunil wasn’t around was hard enough.

Dealing with him when Sunil wasn’t around for good three weeks far, far away in another country was harder.

And being his girlfriend on top of that? Well, that was just a whole different thing.

However, there were seldom calm moments among those hectic ones, like this one. Penny Ling woke up just when the sun had barely risen and hardly yet still brightened the room through the curtains. She yawned and checked her phone - 8 am, huh? This was the time she would normally get up, even on non-working days but… not today. Today, someone was preventing her from moving away from the bed, at least for now.

“Good morning,” She said so quietly it could barely even be called a whisper.

Vinnie did not move one bit as she ran her hand through his green hair and pressed him more against her chest.

She didn’t utter another word, spending the next hour on paying tactile attention to her sleeping partner, her movements as graceful and delicate as ever.

However, after that hour has passed, just when Penny heard the first sounds of chirping birds, Vinnie finally wiggled in place causing her to tense up a bit. He yawned and turned a bit on top of her, now lying fully on his front and looked up at her.

“Hi, Penny.”

“Hi, love.” She planted a kiss on his freckled cheek. “...How do you feel?”

“Huh? I just woke up… wait… wait!” Vinnie’s body coiled like a spring and soon he was on his all fours and reaching for his phone, then moving his fingers on it with mad speed. The countdown was just as bad as he remembered - 2 weeks 3 days 5 hours 34 minutes and 56 seconds, 57, 58… “Ughhh.” He grunted and fell back onto his girlfriend. “It’s been forever already, how come it’s forever still.”

“I know, Vinnie, I know. It can’t be easy for you.” She held him close but there were nervous tremors running down his body under her hands. “It’s one of the first times you two are so long apart, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, it is! It’s way too long, I can’t be so long without him.” Vinnie’s eyes were wide, his face pale. “I can’t be left alone like that!”

“Vinnie, dear, you’re not alone.” He opened his mouth, but Penny put a finger to it. “I am here.”

“You’re not the same!” Vinnie screamed, almost frothing at the mouth, but as soon as it happened his breath caught in his throat. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m a horrible boyfriend, I’m sorry.”

“No, Vinnie, I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt me a bit,” Penny smiled softly at him, though there was definitely a flicker of pain in there, “but I know it’s not the real you talking. You’re just really distressed, I understand. I mean, I’m distressed all the time, enough to cry too.”

“I’m not going to cry though.”

“I know. Whatever you do, I’ll be here.”

“But… what do I do? What do we do?” Vinnie whispered with a sharp breath.

“The same thing we do every time.” Penny moved her hand down his jaw to his ear and scratched behind it. “Just tell me what exactly you need from me? To be here? To give you space? To make sure you don’t destroy anything? I know you never want solutions so-.”

“Solution! Yes, that’s what I need.” Vinnie moved so violently the covers slid down his back, Penny however quickly took care of it.

“Really? But you always say there’s no solution to those situations for you.”

“Yes, but I have never been away from him for so long. Well,” He stopped and flushed a bit, “not while we have been a thing anyway.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Penny couldn’t help but giggle a little despite the tension in the air. “Actually, there’s no perfect solution-.”

“There isn’t!?”

“Not the kind you are probably hoping for, no, but there are ways to make it better.” She returned to scratching behind his ear making his face soften a little. “And the ones I like to use are… distractions,” She finished with a playful triumph.

“Distractions? Okay, I’m listening.” His tone was relatively calm, yet still quite jittery.

“Yes, just… focusing on other things, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Weeell,” Penny looked around the room, but nothing quite caught her attention, nothing visual at least. However, that’s when she decided to focus on her other senses - hearing, aha! “Like the sound of the lovely birdsong outside the window.”

“A birdsong, huh? …Okay.” Vinnie huffed softly and cuddled up to Penny face down, but leaving his ears free, also free for Penny to lavish attention upon with her fingers making him groan softly. Few calm and silent minutes passed but just when Penny thought she found the perfect solution a bit too quickly Vinnie practically jumped in place. “No, it’s not working at all! I tried, but I can’t. Honestly, the only thing I could focus on was Sunil and a bit on your touch.”

“I see…” Penny sighed but then her mind backtracked. “Actually, you know what? There is a much more effective, and a much more pleasant way to go about it.”

“There is?”

“Yes, if one distraction doesn’t work, another one just might.”

“But what?”

“Something that you just said.” Penny’s smile turned into a slightly teasing one. Not letting him think, she pulled him closer and captured his lips. She felt his gasp against her own just before she easily overpowered whatever strength he had left and turned them both to the side, with her boyfriend now trapped between her and the wall.

As their mouths continued moving against each other Penny knew she found some sort of solution. Now, she only had to keep it up forrrr, she managed to catch the countdown on Vinnie’s phone with the corner of her eye, ah yes, 2 weeks 3 days 5 hours and approximately 40 minutes. Oh boy.

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Just a girl helping her boyfriend while his best friend is away, you know? Cause friends should be shown being just as important as a romantic partner, you know?

*cries in being one last VinnieLing shipper left on Earth*

Hey, I caught up with the days! Finally.

#me when it's just a cigarette it will soon be only ten #wait that's not Marina #but it has her vibes trust me #lps 2012 #may prompts #day 12 #la la la la la la la la

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weixuldo · 2 years ago

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Enigma// Ch 7

Anakin x Reader

(A/N: this one is kinda intense? idk. but we’re gonna be getting into heavier topics from here on out)

anakin never calls you. but he does tonight.

Warnings: depiction of injury, mention of blood, permanent injury, prosthesis, alcohol, verbal berating, ptsd, swearing

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You were woken by your stupid ringtone at 2 in the morning. Who the fuck could that be on a thursday? You squinted at the screen and were shocked to see his name on the device.

Anakin.

This was not like him, he never reached out. The sleep immediately left your eyes and you were alert. You answered the phone with a worried voice, “..Hello?”

“Y-Y/N , ughhh, I need- I need” his voice was strained on the other line.

“Anakin! Hello?! Are you alright? Where are you?”

“I’m at home, I need your help”

“What happened?” you asked as you gathered your purse and keys.

“You cannot tell Ahsoka or Ben” he pleaded

“Ok, ok, what happened, Anakin? Do I need to call 911?” you demanded as you shoved a thin jacket over your tank top.

“No, It’s fine, I just need some help.”

Fuck.

You hopped in your car and headed for his apartment.

Your mind raced as you drove under the cover of glowing street lights. Did it have something to do with his injury? Was he having health problems? Was he drunk? So many questions flooded your mind.

Finally you made it to his door and began to knock. No answer. You didn’t have time to wait for him so you grabbed the hidden key under the plant Ben showed you all those weeks ago. You busted the door open to find a smashed beer bottle next to the couch.

“Anakin!” you yelled as you shut the door.

“Here” he responded from his room. You raced to him and were shocked to see him lying half way in his bathroom with a large cut on the side of his temple. You were even more shocked to see two prosthetic legs coming out of his sweats

You decided to ignore your questions and focus on helping him. “Oh my god, what happened?” you asked as you helped him sit up.

He winced and then let out an intoxicated laugh, “Leg gave out and I hit my head on the coffee table”.

“Anakin, you might have a concussion! We need to get you checked out!”

He grabbed at your arm with his stiff hands, “Nonono, No doctors, I’m fine”.

“Anakin this could be serious-”

“Please! I promise I'm not concussed, I-I just need some help getting up” he pleaded.

“I just can't get my leg secured, please don’t call anyone Y/N…Please” his blue eyes were brimming with tears.

You felt like you should call a professional, but you knew he had some type of PTSD and you didn’t want to directly go against his wishes.

“Ok, I won't, but we need to get you up ok?”

He nodded furiously and began to produce apologies. You wrapped an arm around his waist and placed one of his arms around your shoulders; he was shaking and you could smell the liquor on his lips.

You pulled him up and began to move him towards his bed. You were almost to his bed when you felt something wet trickle down your leg, you looked down to see a wet patch on his pants. You gasped at the sudden sensation and sat him on the bed.

“I’m s-sorry, I’m Sorry” he repeated, gloved hands pawing at his pants.

You examined closer and noticed he must have had a catheter in, immediately your face fell. “Hey, It’s ok Anakin, It's alright” you tried to comfort him.

“I-I can’t I-”

“Shhh, it’s ok, I’ll take care of it” you offered as you began to slide his soiled pants off.

“No!” he shouted before you could pull them below his thighs.

His eyes were wide with fear.

“Anakin, It’s ok, I know.”

Your words seemed to calm him and he allowed you to proceed. You took his pants and the punctured bag to the bathroom. He was drunk, you didn’t have time to review the events that just transpired, you needed to make sure he was ok.

You washed your hands and came back to him with a washcloth and some bandages, his blue eyes flickered open when he felt the bed dip. He winced as you touched the rag to his temple but soon relaxed once you bandaged him.

You helped him into his sheets and turned him on his side. You wondered if you should have taken his legs off, but as of now that felt like overstepping a boundary, so you left them on. He furrowed his brow as he huddled under his sheets.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t”

“It’s alright, just go to sleep ok? I’ll take care of this”

He nodded as he rolled over in his bed, “Please don’t tell Ben and Ahsok..” he trailed off before falling asleep.

You brushed his hair out of his face and went to look for cleaning products to tidy up the mess. Hopefully he would explain some of this in the morning.

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You woke to the sound of Anakin coughing, quickly you sprang up from the makeshift bed you made on the floor and went to his side. He panted and panicked when he felt your hands on him.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he shouted as he pushed you.

“Anakin, It’s just me” you said, his eyes began to frantically dart around the room.

He winced and touched his temple, once he felt the bandages he looked at you with a confused expression.

“What the hell?”

“You fell,” you said.

He looked down to see a small wet patch on his sheets. He quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap. He made a coughing noise and looked away.

“It’s ok Anakin, I can help you clean it up” you offered, you really didn’t want him to feel embarrassed.

He glared at you and nervously asked, ‘How much did you see?”.

“Enough”.

“Shit, I usually have my cath..” he began.

“I think you punctured it when you fell, so you didn’t have it last night”.

“Were Ben and Ahsoka here?”

“No, you asked me not to call them”

“Did you?”

“No”.

He placed a gloved hand over his face and sighed in relief. “You won’t tell them, will you?” he added.

“I won't, but you need to give me some context as to what happened last night. I need to know you're ok”.

“I fell, that's it” he responded shortly.

“Anakin, you called me drunk out of your mind at 2 in the morning, I think you owe me more than that”.

“Fuck Y/N, you want me to tell you my whole life story or something?” he spat.

“No, but maybe tell me why you were drinking so much that you fell”

“I fell because i don’t have any legs and my prosthetics fucked up, it wasn’t the fucking drinking. And I drink cause my life is a shitshow” he grumbled as he swung his legs off the side of the bed.

“Why did you have a catheter?” you asked.

“Cause I usually don’t sleep with my legs on and I don't want to wake up to piss stained sheets”, he pushed himself off the bed and braced himself on the wall. “Now if you're done interrogating me, I’m gonna go wash up”.

He obviously was not happy about you finding out about his disability, but you were still concerned for his safety.

“Anakin, I don't think you should be walkin-”

“Fuck off” he said as he struggled to gain his footing.

He began to slip but you grabbed him just in time. He grunted as you wrapped your arms around his torso. He was definitely not happy with you right now.

“Anakin, please.” you pleaded.

He huffed and surprisingly allowed you to assist him to the edge of his bed.

“I can help you, just please…take it easy”

“Taking it easy gets you nowhere, but I'll comply…only because i have a killer headache”

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding and thanked him before you started taking care of the room and him.

***

(a/n: things just got real, is he going to clam up or be more open? also im def not a medical professional, so some of the stuff is most likely not accurate :/ bear with me though haha)

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a fine line w/ sans pt. four

(enemies to lovers!sans x reader— i dont wanna let this trope go ughhh)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 3.5 | pt. 5

Weeks have passed since that night in the alley. You’ve settled back into your routine, keeping busy with your daily life, but there’s been a shift, something subtle but undeniable. You and Sans still haven’t talked about what happened, and the space between you remains, but it’s no longer the impenetrable wall it once was. Things feel lighter, as if the unspoken understanding between you both has created a new kind of balance.

Sans comes around occasionally, showing up unexpectedly like he always does. Sometimes it’s just a quick visit, a lazy grin on his face and a sarcastic quip ready on his lips. Other times, he lingers a little longer, sitting in comfortable silence, like he’s learning to trust the quiet moments between you. He hasn’t brought up that night, and neither have you. There’s still a lot unsaid, but the tension that once filled every interaction is gone.

The distance is still there, but it feels less daunting now. You’ve learned that patience is key with Sans. He’ll open up when he’s ready—if he ever is—and until then, you’re content to let things unfold at their own pace.

It’s another quiet afternoon when you find yourself thinking about him again. You’re sitting by the window, watching the soft light of the setting sun cast long shadows across the room, when your phone buzzes with a text.

hey. mind if i swing by?

The message is simple, casual, but it makes your heart skip. Sans has never been one for formalities, but lately, his visits have carried a different energy—like he’s testing the waters of something more. You can’t help but wonder if today will be different, if he’ll finally address the things that have been hanging between you both.

With a small smile, you text back.

come on over

As you put your phone down, the anticipation builds. You don’t know what today will bring, but you’re ready for whatever comes next.

You barely have time to settle back into your seat before there’s a soft knock on the door. It’s clear he took your text as a green light to take a shortcut to yours. You get up, heart fluttering just a little, and open the door.

There he is, leaning casually against the doorframe, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His grin is easy, but there’s something softer in his expression today—less guarded, like the weight he usually carries isn’t pressing down on him quite as hard.

“‘sup,” he says, his voice low, the usual laziness still there, but it’s more subdued.

“Hey,” you reply, stepping aside to let him in. As he crosses the threshold, you notice how he pauses, almost like he’s taking a breath before moving forward. It’s subtle, but you’ve spent enough time around him to catch the small things.

Sans makes his way to the couch and drops into it with his usual slouch. You sit down beside him, not too close but close enough to feel the familiar warmth of his presence. The air between you feels different today—charged, but not with tension. Instead, it feels like there’s something waiting to be said, something that’s been building quietly over the last few weeks.

For a few minutes, neither of you speak. The silence is comfortable, the kind that’s seeped in since that night in the alley. But you can sense something just beneath the surface, a hesitation that makes you glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He shifts slightly, like he’s trying to figure out how to say something. Then, after a moment, he breaks the silence. “so… ‘bout that night.”

Your breath catches, and you turn to look at him fully. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by something more serious, more vulnerable. It’s the first time he’s brought it up, and for a second, you’re not sure how to respond.

“Yeah,” you say quietly, giving him space to continue.

He rubs the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “look, i… don’t really do this whole… talkin’ thing, y’know?”

“but… you didn’t have to help me that night. you could’ve left. could’ve walked away.” He pauses, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “but you didn’t.”

You feel your chest tighten, not from fear but from the rawness in his voice, the way he’s struggling to express something that feels heavy for him.

“I couldn’t just leave you like that,” you say softly. “I—care, Sans. I wasn’t going to just walk away.”

He nods, looking down at his hands. “yeah, i guess… i knew. you’ve got a pure soul, heh. it’s just hard, y’know? letting people in. but you stuck around, even after i’ve been a total… well, you know.”

There’s a soft chuckle in his voice, but it’s filled with self-awareness, like he’s acknowledging the walls he’s built without fully taking them down.

You let the silence stretch again, giving him time, but your heart is pounding. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, but you don’t want to come off too strong. “Sans,” you begin slowly, “I’m not going anywhere. You can push all you want, but I’ll still be here. Whenever you’re ready.”

He finally looks at you, his gaze steady, the blue glow of his eye flickering just faintly before it fades. “yeah,” he says quietly, “i’m startin’ to get that.” His voice is softer now, like he’s letting a little more of the wall down, even if just for a moment.

The moment lingers, and you feel the shift between you solidify—something fragile but real. Maybe this is the first step toward something deeper, something more than the distance and avoidance that’s been between you for so long.

Sans lets out a long breath, leaning back into the couch, his usual demeanor starting to settle back in. But the softness remains, and for now, that’s enough.

“so, what’s for dinner?” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips, easing the weight of the conversation. You laugh, the tension breaking, and for the first time in a long while, things feel like they’re heading in the right direction.

As Sans sits back on the couch, his body easing into the familiar slouch, his mind isn’t quite as relaxed. The casual question about dinner was a way to break the tension, sure, but deep down, he’s still turning over the weight of what just happened. He’s not used to this—being open, letting someone in, even for a brief moment. It’s odd, foreign. But for some reason, with you, it doesn’t seem all that bad.

He glances at you as you laugh at his comment, and something tugs at his chest—a mix of relief and something else he can’t quite name. You’ve stuck around, even when he’s done everything in his power to push you away. You’ve seen him at his worst, and you didn’t run. He’s used to people leaving, used to timelines resetting, to everything crumbling eventually. But this—this—feels different.

He’s still afraid, though. Afraid of getting too close, of caring too much, because caring always ends in hurt. But for the first time in a long while, he’s starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, it’s worth the risk. Because you are worth everything.

stop makin’ this so hard for me, he thinks, watching you move around the room, your presence light but steady. There’s something grounding about you, something that makes him feel like it’s okay to let his guard down. Just a little.

Sans rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at his hands. He knows he’s not out of the woods yet—there’s still a lot unsaid in the silence between you two. But for now, he’s content to simply be here, with you. The usual weight on his shoulders feels a little lighter, the quiet between you more comfortable than it’s ever been.

He’s not ready to let everything go, not just yet. But as he sits there, the warmth of your home wrapping around him, he realizes for the first time, he’s not so alone in all of this. He doesn’t have to be.

As you sit back down beside him, he smirks, the familiar edge returning to his voice. “so, what’s for dinner? better be somethin’ good, ‘cause i’m starvin’.”

But even as the sarcasm slips back into place, there’s something softer beneath it now. And for once, he’s okay with that. He’s okay with letting you see that side of him, knowing that you’re not going anywhere.

okay, he thinks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

And for the first time in a long time, Sans feels just a little bit lighter.

(BUT UH OH— THE AUTHOR DOESNT WANT YOU GUYS TO BE HAPPY JUST YET)

“So what happened in the alley way?”

The question hangs in the air, heavier than you intended. You didn’t mean for it to come out so bluntly, but it’s been eating at you for weeks. Sans, as usual, has been avoiding giving you a straight answer. You’ve been patient, letting things unfold naturally, but the need to know—to understand—is too strong to ignore anymore.

Sans freezes for a moment, his body tensing just slightly. He’s leaning back in his usual slouched position, but you can see the shift in his expression. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, and the easygoing grin that’s always been plastered on his face fades into something more guarded.

“heh… thought we already went over this, kid,” he mutters, not quite meeting your gaze. “just a bad run-in, s’all.”

You frown, the frustration bubbling up. That’s the same vague answer he’s been giving you since it happened, and you’re tired of it. “That’s not an answer, Sans,” you say, your voice firmer than before. “You were hurt—badly.”

Sans shrugs, still not looking at you. “told ya, it’s nothin’ to worry about. just got in a lil’ over my head. happens.”

You feel your chest tighten, the mild irritation quickly turning into simmering anger. “Stop it.” Your grows voice louder, tears of frustration. “Stop brushing it off like it’s nothing! You almost died, Sans. What if I wasn’t there? You would’ve dusted away in that alley.”

He finally looks at you, his grin fading completely. His eyes are darker now, colder. “why do you even care, huh?” he says, his voice low, venom dripping from every word. “what’s the point of fussin’? it’s over. i’m fine.”

“Why do I care?” Your voice sounds incredulous, in disbelief. “Because you matter to me!” The words spill out before you can stop them, raw and unfiltered. “I care about you, Sans, and you keep acting like none of this matters—like you don’t matter.”

His eyes flash with something—anger, or maybe fear—but he stands up abruptly, his usual lazy demeanor completely gone. “just fuckin’ drop it!”

It was his turn to snap, his voice sharper than you’ve ever heard it. “you don’t know what it’s like—what it’s like to live the same days over and over and over again—knowing no matter what you do, nothing ever fuckin’ matters!”

“it doesn’t matter what happens between us right now. it doesn’t matter this is first time i met you, ‘cause it won’t be the last time!” He feels his emotions boiling over.

“it doesn’t matter what happens, because at the end of the day—everyone you love fucking dies!” Sans runs crazed heads over the smooth part of his skull. “then it resets, you’re back where you started, and you have to pretend like nothing’s wrong!”

You stare at him, stunned by the intensity in his voice. “So what? You just push everyone away before they can get too close?” Your voice is rising, matching his. “You keep everyone at arm’s length so you don’t have to feel anything? Is that it?”

“maybe it is!” he fires back, his eyes blazing now. “because it’s better than watchin’ everyone you love forget you, again. you don’t know what it’s like to have everything reset, to lose everyone and everything you ever worked for, time and time again. so yeah, maybe i keep people at a distance, maybe i don’t care the way you think i should. but it’s better than gettin’ comfortable only to get it torn away from you again.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, but you stand your ground. “I’m not going anywhere, Sans,” you say, your voice shaking with emotion. “I want to be there for you. If you just told me this, I could have helped. But you keep turning your back to me—you keep acting like you don’t care—then what’s the point of any of this?”

There’s a tense silence, both of you standing there, the weight of the argument settling between you. Sans looks away, his fists clenched at his sides. His voice is quieter when he finally speaks. “maybe there is no point.”

The words sting, cutting deeper than anything he’s said before. You take a step back, the anger fading, replaced by a sudden, aching sadness. “If that’s where you stand, then maybe there isn’t,” you say quietly, your heart heavy with the weight of the moment.

The room feels colder now, the silence deafening as you both stand there, caught in the aftermath. Neither of you says anything, both of you too stubborn to relent. The distance between you growing wider and colder with each passing second.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. It’s hollow, filled with grief, mourning the loss of your friendship. “We can’t even be near each other for more than a few minutes without it turning into this.” The tension in the room is suffocating, and the words you’ve been holding back for so long finally spill out, unfiltered and raw. “Is this really what we are now, Sans? Just… waiting for the next fight?”

Sans doesn’t respond right away. He stands there, his gaze turned to the floor, his usual cool indifference replaced by heavier, something ugly. His fists are still clenched at his sides, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t look at you. Not yet.

“maybe that’s just how it is,” he mutters, his voice low, defeated. “maybe that’s what happens when you try too hard. things fall apart.”

You shake your head, the bitterness twisting in your chest. “You’re always running, always pulling away the second anything gets real. I’m trying, Sans, I’m trying to be here for you. Every time I feel like I’m getting through to you, you shut me out. What do you want from me?”

The words hang heavy between you both, your voice trembling with the weight of it all. You want to scream, to shake him, to make him understand that you’re not leaving, that he doesn’t have to be alone. But the harder you push, the more he retreats into his shell, and you are rendered powerless.

Sans finally looks up at you, his eyes weary, but there’s something else there too—desperation. “and what if i let you in, huh?” His voice cracks, the usual sarcasm stripped away. “what if i do, and you get hurt? what if i’m not who you think i am? what if i’m not strong as you think i am?”

“i’m so tired.”

You could see the exhaustion in the way his shoulders slumped, how his eye sockets seemed darker, hollowed out by sleepless nights and a burden too heavy to carry. His voice wavered, barely holding together, like he was one wrong word away from breaking. Every breath he took felt like it cost him more than it should, as if the weight of simply existing was crushing him, inch by inch.

The vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you just stand there, staring at him, unsure of what to say. The truth is, beneath all the deflection and distance. He’s afraid. Afraid of letting you in, afraid of losing you, afraid of disappointing you.

Your anger quickly subsides, replaced by the unsettling silence that fills the space between you. His expression, once guarded, now crumbles under the weight of everything unsaid. The exhaustion in his eyes speaks louder than words, a quiet plea for release, for something to make it all stop.

“We might never have all the answers,” you say, your voice low but unwavering. “You’re right—I don’t fully understand the resets, or the weight you’re carrying. But I see what it’s doing to you. I just want to stand beside you, like you did for me when I couldn’t on my own.”

“I can’t promise we won’t stumble, or that things won’t fall apart. But shutting me—and everyone else—out isn’t going to fix it. You don’t need to carry this burden alone.”

Sans swears that he’s heard something similar before, maybe in a different timeline. The irony of it makes him even more bitter.

He stands there, silent, his eyes searching yours as if he’s trying to find the right words but can’t. The fight isn’t over, not by a long shot, but in this moment, something shifts. You see it in the way his shoulders drop just a little, in the way his fists unclench, in the way he finally, slowly, lets out a long, tired sigh.

“i-i don’t know if i can do this,” he stammers, his discipline over his emotions slipping. “but i don’t know how to stop. i don’t know how to make it stop hurting.”

You take a step toward him, closing the distance between you just a little. “You don’t have to,” you say softly. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now, but you can’t keep going like this. Something’s got to change.”

He looks at you, really looks at you this time, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you see the walls start to come down. Just enough to see a glimpse of the man behind the layers of defense. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

But before you can say anything else, the moment slips away. Sans pulls back—just enough that you feel the distance growing again, the familiar retreat. His eyes dart away from yours, and his hands go back into his pockets. “i dunno,” he mutters, and the tension returns. “maybe it’s too late.”

The shift in his voice is subtle but final. He’s backing away again, letting the walls close in around him. And suddenly, you feel the hope you had a moment ago slipping through your fingers.

In that moment, you realize that you and Sans have been treading a fine line—one between caring too much and not enough, between closeness and distance, between trying to salvage this and breaking it apart. And right now, that line feels so very frail, like it could shatter with only one more misplaced intention.

You open your mouth to say something—to pull him back, to stop him—but he’s already moving toward the door, his shoulders hunched, the familiar weight dragging him down. You watch, helpless, as he starts to shut you out again, and the bitterness surges up, sharper than before.

And just like that, the fragile connection you’d built crumbles again.

“God fucking damn it.” The words slip out before you can stop them, raw and full of frustration. The anger, the helplessness—it’s all bubbling up inside you, too much to hold back. You clench your fists at your sides, trying to keep yourself from completely losing it, but it’s no use. Everything you’ve been holding onto, all the patience, all the understanding, feels like it’s slipping away, just like Sans.

He freezes for a second at the door, his back still turned to you, but you don’t care. You’re too far gone now, too fed up with him retreating into himself, too tired of watching him walk away again and again. The frustration, the helplessness, it claws at your chest, begging to spill out, to make him understand before it really is too late.

“This is what you do, isn’t it?” you say, your voice cracking with the weight of it all. “Every time something gets hard, you just… shut down. You walk away. You leave before anyone else can hurt you. But you know what, Sans? This is killing me. Every single day.”

He still doesn’t turn around, but you can see the way his shoulders tense, the way his fists clench at his sides. He’s listening, but he’s not ready to face you.

“I’m tired of this, of you running away whenever it gets too real,” you continue, your voice rising. “You act like nothing matters, but I know it does. I know you care, even if you won’t admit it. So why won’t you just—fucking stay?”

The silence that follows is suffocating, and for a moment, you think he’s going to leave without saying anything. But then, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks, his voice low and strained.

“maybe i’m not worth stayin’ for.”

The words hit you like another punch to the gut, and suddenly, the anger drains out of you, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. You stand there, your heart breaking at the sound of his voice, burdened with the pain he’s been carrying all this time.

The fight may have ended, but nothing is resolved.

You don’t know how to fix this.

#fanfiction #sans #sans the skeleton #sans x reader #sans undertale #undertale #enemies to lovers #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #x reader #self insert #reader insert #sans fanfic #quichein

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